all your secrets have a name
and it's written with a charcoal line
on the inside of your childrens hands
to make sure they don't forget

all yoiur answers have a name
and it's written in the strangest poetry
on the inside of you eyelids
to make sure you won't forget

all your wishes have a name
and it's spelled upon the silence here
separation is the word, dear
and i can't stand to hear you say it