Loose lips tell this Irreverent poetry, rain and mist, sinking ships In the proverbial sea Make me a secret keeper Make me another acolyte taking flight, chasing down Icarus Dreaming that tomorrow's cancelled You might as well face the music And it's a plummet, not a fall from grace To an altitude of egos gasping for air My hands won't toil in life My hands just hold on tight Your hands could hold on mine Our hands just killing time The coffers found a trap door The poor boxes escape And in the end, you'll justify it dying Wrap a season's greeting in red tape Loose lips choose this Cheap fate and legacy And drowning in the sea I'll be your secret keeper Pathetic acolyte, we just might break down Break my back upon Weightless stars I'll be a hollow man Break my back upon Weightless stars I'll be a hollow man