Standing at my window, hidden by the night
Harboring the private wounds, safe and out of sight
There's an agony in living, but there's a comfort in the truth
That no one knows my heart better than You

I can face a lot of people with this sanguine act of mine
Guarded by the eloquence I sometimes hide behind
But it's a veil of false pretenses that You can see right through
'Cause no one knows my heart better than You

Part of me is reaching and part of me holds back
But when it comes to You I am a doorway
You're free to walk into
'Cause no one knows my heart better than You

Part of me is reaching and part of me holds back
But when it comes to You I am a doorway
You're free to walk into
'Cause no one knows my heart better than You

There's an agony in living but there's a comfort in the truth
That no one knows my heart, oh, no one knows my heart
No one knows my heart better than You
No, no, no one