i was pretty young one day and kept my only treasure tight right inside my secret box far away from cutting biting winds of madding crowd far away far away so far away from creepy scournful eyes of scary ghosts i was afraid to lose everything i had i was afraid to lose everything i had i was afraid
i hold them the dreams i had run away from fears i got into my little hideway from changes that hold my life
my little hideaway my little hideaway
they keep me from falling down again and they raise me above the crowd i hide them since trees were tall i dream them before its told far away far away so far away from creepy scournful eyes of scary ghosts i was afraid that anyone would see i was afraid that secrets are just for me
i hold them the dreams i had run away from fears i got into my little hideway from changes that haunt my life