Venetia Fair Ii: The Dirt Won't Keep Your Secrets
Baby, you're fine! Just try to sit still, look
beautiful
I know that it's hard to forget about all the awful
things that you've done
but I've blocked them out.
So I'll keep quiet and bury memories like a scared, old
dog with his bone
and every single night i'll stay in while outside it
starts raining
like the earth won't keep your secrets,
and they're floating up to greet us
but if the dirt won't keep your secrets then i will
'cause I know it's late but I need you here (I've gotta
to be going)
The canvas will keep all those sins soaked in its
thread (You've gotta move past this)
I'll paint, i'll paint you a perfect portrait and cover
all those flaws I never saw
so you can't leave yet 'cause if the dirt can't keep
your secrets then I won't stop
Baby I'm right, I've never been wrong to trust myself
I know it got hard, (hard to forget about all the awful
things that you've done)
so you took a stab at something else.
and I kept quiet and buried memories of a sad, young
man all alone
and every single night i'm painting while inside i'm
still waiting for this house to feel like home
So I'll work all night
and I'll layer on the fiction with each smudged
imperfect line
and i'll let the rain dig up your past
but I'm terrified of what the sky might find beneath
the grass
