Standing at my window, hidden by the night Harboring the private wounds, safe and out of sight There's an agony in living, but there's a comfort in the truth That no one knows my heart better than you. I can face a lot of people with this sanguine act of mine Guarded by the eloquence I sometimes hide behind But it's a veil of false pretenses that You can see right thru 'Cause no one knows my heart better than you. Part of me is reaching, and part of me holds back But when it comes to You I am a doorway You're free to walk into 'Cause no one knows my heart better than you. Part of me is reaching, and part of me holds back But when it comes to You I am a doorway You're free to walk into 'Cause no one knows my heart better than you. There's an agony in living but there's a comfort in the truth That no one knows my heart, oh, no one knows my heart No one knows my heart better than you...