Secrets

You're talking red,
All soft and low; your shadow knows the words I never say.
I trace the currents where you go,
And I'm not turning back now, anyway.
Show me what's behind those doors; I'm not afraid of what I find.
Every layer that you wore,
Let it fall and leave it all behind.
Show me your secrets; I'll keep them safe tonight.
Show me your secrets underneath the fake light.
Secrets and secrets, secrets, secrets,
Just the secrets and secrets.