Well, so long to thunder. You’ve been hiding up in the clouds now, and all your tears have dried up. And all I ever needed is slipping beneath my fingers. I'm a shivering wreck now. We were painted as dark as the night.
But if I were to hide, would you come looking for me? If I were to hide, will you come looking for me?
Goodbye, pretty baby. You’ve been bleeding by concious dry now. And I’ve gone white with envy. All I ever needed is falling beneath my fingers. I'm a shivering wreck now. We were painted as dark as the night.
But if I were to hide, would you come looking for me? If I were to hide, will you come looking for me?