Hiding

Hiding

warm waves your hand
through the window glass in a silent movie
with your head in hand
your heat comes through
but your body's too cold now to warm me

can you feel it
can you feel the sharp stroke
stick it so hard

where have you gone to
where are you hiding
where have you gone to
where are you hiding

so your face may change
but it's all the same
one spirit moves me
I could be with you
if the bells rang true
but you're too far gone now to hold me

can you feel it
can you feel the sharp stroke
stick it so hard

where have you gone to
where are you hiding
where have you gone to
where are you hiding
where have you gone to
where are you hiding
where have you gone to
where are you hiding

it's all about me
that you can see
I could be the things that I was
and if it's for real
everything recognizable under the sun for you

and your face looks strange
and the place looks strange
and your face looks strange
and the place looks strange
and you'll never ever get to hold me down

can you feel it
can you feel the sharp stroke
stick it so hard

can you feel
can you feel it