Don't tell a secret on the phone
Don't whisper their hairs made of microphone
Don't tell anyone anything that could melt your brain
On me
I saw the answer written in bark
Carved into the trees at Ravenna Park
Committed to memory but the feeling was not quite same
In my Brain
Don't tell a secret on the phone
Don't whisper their hairs made of microphone
Don't tell anyone anything that could melt your brain
On me
Don't tell a secret on the phone
Don't whisper their hairs made of microphone
Don't tell anyone anything that could melt your brain
On me