"That Secret Thing" is a sapphic daydream—a fleeting kiss on the neck from a friend, a shimmer in a lover's gaze, a hand grazing a coworker’s knee. It lives in the tension of what could be, in the intimacy of relationships that never quite happen. The desire lingers not in possession, but in possibility—and that’s what makes it so electric.

Lyrics

Back in my head again
Always thought we're supposed to be just friends, but now you're
Kissing my neck again
Never saw the point of playing pretend, but can we
Play in your bed again?
Never talk about it with our friends, but can you
Creep through the back door again?
Now we're alone, I guess we may as well -

No stop, we shouldn't be doing this
We're really just supposed to be friends

I'll keep falling for you, for you
It's that secret thing that you make me do

Back in my head again
Silly little game that's got no end, see now you're
Pulling my thread again
Seeming like you want the perfect end, but can we
Really end this again?
Night after night up against that fence,
I don't think we could ever be friends again
After all that burning, yearning, makes me...

Should've known we're friends like the friends that needed the perfect ending
Should've known no one makes me feel more like full sending
Hey now what's this tender loving
We've been pretending not to notice?
Thought we had a memorandum on the focus
Think we need to see this thing through

I'll keep falling for you, for you
It's that secret thing you make me do