Messy hair, wide eyes
Bored as hell, simple life
Yeah, she's a cocktail waitress
To work then home, that's all she knows
She lives alone
Turns off her phone
She locks her door
Draws the curtains, leave it all behind
A riddle, you can read it
She keeps it closed, keeps it locked up
She's living through a secret
The only thing that makes her feel
Alive
Alive, alive
Alive
Alive, alive
Back to work next day
Brings the check, getting paid
Well she's a cocktail waitress
She grabs her coat and shutting doors
She's setting off
Turns of her phone
Forgetting all
The only thing that makes her feel
Alive
Alive, alive
Alive
Alive, alive
She's walking over creaky floors
She hears the city pounding at the door
She's never gonna let them know
About the only thing that makes her feel
Alive
Alive, alive
Alive
Alive, alive