Sipping on your looks but you drink me in. Pass over the flattery again. It's hanging heavy on my chest. And it's better left invisible for now. Confessions are bouncing round my head. So I add them to the archive of things we've never said. I lock them up with all the rest. But it's better left invisible for now. If the rope we walk starts wobbling. The river tide feels like it's coming in. I lock them up with all the rest. It's hanging heavy on my chest. Though it's tempting to confess. It's better left invisible for now