The mob demands some proof, while shoutin' liar, whore
And suddenly I'm back on the Place de la Concorde
Confessing all the sins of other men who took
Just wanting to be held, instead I get that look
It says you're so naive, you expect me to believe you
Bitter silence on a million Rue-Saint-Somethings
"What did you expect?" He said, "you had it coming"
You taught me how to keep a secret
I learned real young it was "all my fault"
You sent me back right to that beach
Where no was not enough
On my knees and counting stars
I was only six, with bloody knees again
Pushed off of the swings by a boy named Benjamin
Crying out for help the teacher shakes her head
No one likes a tattle, bottle it instead
Boys they will be boys, in their nature to destroy
Bitter silence, in the corner of the class
You can join us when you think you've learned your lesson
You taught me how to keep a secret
I learned real young it was "all my fault"
You sent me back right to that beach
Where no was not enough
On my knees and counting stars
On my knees and counting stars
On my knees and counting stars
On my knees and counting stars
You taught me how to keep a secret
I heard you have a daughter now