I'll hand you this, if you hand me that Let's not speak of this moment No one will know this Up the stairs, and quiet tears We'll toast this evening goodbye, from my life Maintain my memory And learn the comfort of being free Secrets kept under the bed That's the comfort in being me That's my comfort in being free Leave quietly, but say goodbye to me Call me when it's over You don't know her Sometimes these times of dire need are harder on who watches Check my pockets Maintain my memory And learn the comfort of being free Secrets kept under the bed That's the comfort in being me That's my comfort in being free