I climb up on the roof while you're still sleeping in our little bed

to let out all the secrets I've left steeping in my weary head.

Down below, it's just the dogs and the ghosts,

scattering into the darkness when you get too close.

The halo of the neon signs — from here, the words turn into nothing but colored lines.

I'm so heavy with the weight of my love

pressed up against my chest till it's all I can think of

I climb up on the roof while you're still sleeping in our little bed

to let out all the secrets I've left steeping in my weary head.

I speed the empty boulevard at night

on the cool metal frame of a mountain bike

I line the wheels up with the long yellow stripe

and close my eyes for a second, just to feel what it's like

I've seen the edge of where this road has led, but I've always turned around to head home instead

I climb up on the roof while you're still sleeping in our little bed

to let out all the secrets I've left steeping in my weary head.