Hide And Seek 2 [Songs For Tibet: The Art Of Peace]
where are we? what the hell is going on? the dust has only just begun to form crop circles in the carpet sinking feeling
spin me round again and rub my eyes, this can't be happening when busy streets a mess with people would stop to hold their heads - heavy
hide and seek trains and sewing machines all those years they were here first
oily marks appear on walls where pleasure moments hung before the takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
hide and seek trains and oh, you won't catch me around here blood and tears they were here first
Mmmm whacha say, Mmmm that you only meant well? well of course you did Mmmm whacha say, Mmmm that its all for the best? well of course it is Mmmm whacha say? Mmmm that it's just what we need you decided this whacha say? Mmmm what did she say?
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs speak no feeling no i don't believe you you don't care a bit, you don't care a bit
(hide and seek) ransom notes keep falling out your mouth mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
(hide and seek) speak no feeling no i don't believe you you don't care a bit, you don't care a bit