In a corner of my brain You must’ve been before Impossible to place On a shaking limb, you’ll say Something familiar in an unimportant way Now you turn the key, I know it always had a home in your hand Anybody curious enough will know it’s part of the plan You’re somewhere in between my little secret and my oldest friend Now you turn the key I know it always had a home in your hand No more making space for the truth to shift No more saying yes for the hell of it I’m malleable enough for the shoe to fit It’s so nice you don’t require it You’re somewhere in between my little secret and my oldest friend Now you turn the key, I know it always had a home in your hand