Secret, The Pierces
Got a secret
Can you keep it?
Swear this one you'll save
Better lock it, in your pocket
Taking this one to the grave
Street Light Halos, Jeffrey Foucault
Late night lonely the clouds are all gone
And the stars like pinpoints they shine through
Streetlight halos for angels unborn
And alone in my room as I am right now
I can almost see calling your name
And as memory fades into intention
They seem to be one and the same