Secret Life - Thriving Ivory

Hangs up her coat like always

Wouldn’t have it any other way

The TV glows in her apartment

Much better than most company

Is something on your mind?

Hands are cold as ice she says

Tell me about your secret life

And all the things you’ve seen

Tell me what you think of me You dance like a queen

In spite of all the things you never wanted

When you’re left out in the cold

You dance like a queen

Your silhouette is still my reflection

You speak to me in riddles, you speak to me in riddles

Puts on her face like breathing

Another day in black and red

Coat is old, car seat’s freezing

And a radio that just won’t play

You dance like a queen

In spite of all the things you never wanted

When you’re left out in the cold

You dance like a queen

Your silhouette is still my reflection

You speak to me in riddles, you speak to me in riddles

Is something on your mind?

Hands are cold as ice she says

Tell me about your secret life

And all the things you’ve seen

Tell me what you think of me You dance like a queen

In spite of all the things you never wanted

When you’re left out in the cold

You dance like a queen

Your silhouette is still my reflection

You speak to me in riddles, you speak to me in riddles