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