Katie Melua's In my secret life lyrics. One of my favorite three managers in the world shed the lights on this amazing artist (Merci beaucoup K, vous êtes le meilleur), I fell in love with her instantaneously. I highly recommend her to everyone! Anyway, Nag, this song is dedicated to you, reminds me so much of our IBM talks , our London Emails, our Zamalek walks, and our crazy night phone calls when we're both lonely. Babe, I miss you.. come back! I leave all of you with the lyrics:
In my secret life
I saw you this morning,
You were moving so fast.
Can't seem to loosen my grip,
On the past.
And I miss you so much,
There's no one in sight.
And we're still making love,
In my secret life.
I smile when I'm angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do,
To get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I'd die for the truth,
In my secret life.
Hold on, hold on, my brother,
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders,
I'll be marching through the morning.
Marching through the night,
Moving 'cross the borders,
Of my secret life.
Looked through the paper,
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people,
Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking,
That it's either black or white.
Thank God it's not that simple,
In my secret life.
I bite my lip.
I buy what I'm told.
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I'm always alone,
And my heart is like ice.
And it's crowded and cold,
In my secret life
In my secret life
I saw you this morning,
You were moving so fast.
Can't seem to loosen my grip,
On the past.
And I miss you so much,
There's no one in sight.
And we're still making love,
In my secret life.
I smile when I'm angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do,
To get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I'd die for the truth,
In my secret life.
Hold on, hold on, my brother,
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders,
I'll be marching through the morning.
Marching through the night,
Moving 'cross the borders,
Of my secret life.
Looked through the paper,
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people,
Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking,
That it's either black or white.
Thank God it's not that simple,
In my secret life.
I bite my lip.
I buy what I'm told.
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I'm always alone,
And my heart is like ice.
And it's crowded and cold,
In my secret life
Comments
i am coming back... my bits and pieces are scattered still tho, because as you know i turned into a hundred and one fishes and i am trying to catch them all...
kisses keteer..
by the way, enti gazma..
but it's my fault to honor you with a dedication in the first place!
you know i had to come up with a smart-ass comment, dont we always do?
it is our defense mechanism against feeling emotional.. and you should know what i mean..
really miss the walks/talks xxx