Queens of the Stone Age - The lost art of keeping a secret

^BmI've got a se^Acret, I cannot s^Gay. Blame all the mo^Evement to g^Aive it away. ^BmYou've got so^Amethin', I under^Gstand. Holding it tight^Ely, cau^Aght on command. ^BmLeap of fa^Aith, do you doub^Gt? Cut you i^En, I just c^Aut you out.

^BmWhatever you^F#m do,^E do^Dn't t^Aell anyone. ^BmWhatever you^F#m do,^E do^Dn't t^Aell anyone.

^BmLook for refl^Aections, in your ^Gface. Canine dev^Eotion, t^Aime can't erase. ^BmOut on the co^Arner, locked in your ^Groom. I never beli^Eeve them, I n^Aever assume. ^BmStill can't be^Alieve there is a ^Glie. Promise is ^Epromise, an ^Aeye for an eye. ^BmWe've got som^Aething to rev^Geal. No one can ^Eknow h^Aow we feel.

^F#mI think you already know^E how f^Aar I'd ^Dgo not to ^Bmsay. ^F#mYou know the art isn't go^Ene, and I'm ^Ataking this ^Dall to the^Bm grave.