Ed Harcourt take it to the grave

I feel like a magpie
Stealing eggs from the nest
Your head is a sandstorm
You're right to confess
You beat yourself into a hole again
No need to repent or try to pretend
I'll take it to the grave I promise
And swear to keep it
I'll take it to the grave I promise
Every little secret
When madness is burning,
It floats to the top
But under the surface,
No button for stop
You beat yourself into a hole again
No need to repent or try to pretend
I'll take it to the grave I promise
And swear to keep it
I'll take it to the grave I promise
Every little secret
I'll take it to the grave I promise
And swear to keep it
I'll take it to the grave I promise
Every little secret, every little secret