Honesty is out of style So hammer in the coffin nails A message sent across to land With kisses for you We'll tell them nothing Our little secret They'll never make us, ever open up Tradition in and out the door Family our fatal flaw A future frameless in design A seamless concept We'll tell them nothing Our little secret They'll never make us Ever open up Never break our trust Until we're coffin dust When this feeling fades It'll all seem like a waste The fragile bond has shaken loose This secret love a shrinking noose Suffocated on the truth Left with nothing