she's holding a secret she'll never tell,
because the myth is not supposed to retire
we'd rather it lit itself on fire,
or overdosed in a four star hotel

she's holding a truth that she'll never reveal,
because truth this time is an ugly child
and mother and daughter may reconcile
but their faces will never heal

"don't go", she says, but he's sleeping
she says it to herself,
"don't go"
she sees herself rising,
packing a suitcase with all of her shoes
but something keeps you faithful, when all else in you turns and runs
love turns 40
the morning comes

she's holding a secret that she'll never tell
because we were once cinema gods in the night,
and now all we got is lunch-hour light
where nothing photographs right

"don't go", she says, but he's sleeping
she says it to the dark
"don't go"
she sees herself rising,
dressing in silence with nothing to lose
but something keeps you faithful, when all else in you turns and runs
love turns 40
the morning comes