Hide And Seek IBIZA (Tiesto's In Search Of Sunrise Remix)
Where are we? What the hell is going on? The dust has only just begun to fall 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
Oily marks appear on walls Where pleasure moments hung before The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
Hide and seek Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here) Blood and tears They were here first
Oily marks appear on walls Where pleasure moments hung before The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life