Flowers in the Attic

Askew, the room that holds my truth
Statues of a deep blue, guard windows that you can't see through
Doorways from dreams that's gone astray
Screenplays hide their pathways, a million keys can't betray

In a hidden space
There's a quiet place
Where it's safe and sound
And it won't be found
The most precious thing
Now lies deep within
Where no one can see
All this secrecy, belongs just to me

Hidden in a book yet unwritten
Ribbons of deep crimson, binding pages from ever turning
And in it, you might find what I'm keeping
Backlit, not revealing, I will keep you from ever seeing

In a hidden space
There's a quiet place
Where it's safe and sound
And it won't be found
The most precious thing
Now lies deep within
Where no one can see
All this secrecy, belongs just to me

These flowers
Infinite
Yet no one
Can see it

This attic
I commit
To harbour
My secrets

These flowers (In a hidden space)
Infinite (There's a quiet place)
Yet no one (Where it's safe and sound)
Can see it (And it won't be found)

This attic (The most precious thing)
I commit (Now lies deep within)
To harbour (Where no one can see)
My secrets (All this secrecy, belongs just to me)

This attic
I commit
To harbour
My secrets (My secrets)