Unveiling The Secret - Psyche, Chinese Theatre

And I could touch their skin

A landscape of desperation

No great army, no soldier of fortune

Could get me through that day

The action was so revealing

That the feeling will never go away

Hold on to me and I’ll give you

My pulse

I find the need so appealing

Untie the knots in my soul

Until I feel the secret unveiling

I reach up for any face

I was never good at concealing

But I have the nerve I’ve pushed before

If only to bury the fear

You wear a coat of armour

I’ll take the chance

And break through that shield

Hold onto me I’ll give you my pulse