The idea of a secret is somewhat misleading. If it belongs to you, it's only yours as long as you keep it to yourself. And even if it's something you don't want to tell, it has a way of finding a path out of your mouth into someone else's open ears. It bubbles on your lips until you can't keep it in anymore and you have to share it. Hopefully you've chosen someone trustworthy, but it doesn't really matter. If you thought it was hard to keep your own secret to yourself, just wait until someone shares their secret with you. It's already between two people instead of one and the secret has started to grow in confidence. The more people that know, the stronger it becomes. But how many people have to hear it before it's not really a secret anymore?
It is a living breathing fact that wants to be heard but for whatever reason, the original owner is suppressing it. When it was just a fact it wasn't alive, it simply was. But once it became something that was pushed away, out of reach of others it became a juicy tantalizing piece of information that people are dying to know after learning of it's existence. But why? What is it about those six little letters that makes a person's curiosity run wild? Especially when secrets are so often dark, damaging and painful. But we want to know; we need to know. Television shows, books, movies, tabloids, all play on that desire, that drive to know other people's secrets. If it's not in the title, it's in the description and we're willing to fork over the money to get the gain.
In what way is that secret a gain? It weighed so heavily on the one to whom it first belonged, why do we think we'd fair better? The easy promise to "cross your heart and hope to die" is a painless trade for the information we are so eager to hear. Moments after it is delivered it can so quickly become deadly ammunition. I suppose it's possible that we are eager for leverage, to keep on the back burner in the event that a need arises to use it. More likely we need some kind of assurance that someone has it worse than we do.
Got a secret? Can you keep it? No, probably not.
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
If I show you then I know you won't tell what I said
'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead
Why do you smile like you've been told a secret?
Now you're telling lies 'cause you have sworn to keep it
But no one keeps a secret No one keeps a secret
Why when do our darkest deeds do we tell?
They burn in our brains, become a living hell
Because everybody tells Everybody tells
Look into my eyes, now you're getting sleepy
Are you hypnotized by secrets that you're keeping?
I know what you're keeping I know what you're keeping
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
If I show you then I know you won't tell what I said
'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead
Yes, two can keep a secret if one of them is dead
Yes, two can keep a secret if one of us is dead
Better lock it in your pocket Taking this one to the grave
If I show you then I know you won't tell what I said
'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead
Why do you smile like you've been told a secret?
Now you're telling lies 'cause you have sworn to keep it
But no one keeps a secret No one keeps a secret
Why when do our darkest deeds do we tell?
They burn in our brains, become a living hell
Because everybody tells Everybody tells
Look into my eyes, now you're getting sleepy
Are you hypnotized by secrets that you're keeping?
I know what you're keeping I know what you're keeping
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
If I show you then I know you won't tell what I said
'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead
Yes, two can keep a secret if one of them is dead
Yes, two can keep a secret if one of us is dead
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