honesty is out of style, so hammer in the coffin nails
a letter sent across to land, with kissers for you
(chorus thing)
we'll tell them nothing, our little secret
they'll never make us, ever open up
at this point a little fill by guitar 2 comes in and goes over the verse
(verse)
tradition in and out the door, family our fatal flaw
a future frameless in design, a seamless concept
(chorus)
we'll tell then nothing, our little secret
they'll never make us ever open up
never break our trust
until we're coffin dust
(stop then)
when this feeling fades,
it'll all seem like a waste
(breakdown)
(outro)
fragile bond has shaken loose, the secret love a shrinking noose
sufficated on the truth, left with nothing
fragile bond has shaken loose, the secret love a shrinking noose
sufficated on the truth, left with nothing
left with nothing
left with nothing
( E )