Are you sure I'm what you came for Are we playing still? You already know my secret hideout This is hide-and-seek with no point whatsoever This is hide-and-seek with no point whatsoever
Hey I'm still glorious But I'm withering like roses in the fall
But it's you alone I wait for When I run to the hideout You're the inception of beauty I lay in tar and roll around in feathers Hide and seek with no point whatsoever
Hey, I'm still glorious But I'm withering like roses in the fall
And we break our silence With a toast that shatters glass And with a shard you stab my heart out And it's grey and out of shape I feel its growing back inside as you hold my hand I said move, you stand right in my shame But you stand your ground
Say that I'm still glorious Say that I'm not withering like roses
Hey, I'm still glorious While I'm withering like roses in the fall
Compositores: Howard M Benson (Howard Benson), Marcus Tobias Dahlstrom, Simon Frank Grenehed, Christian Thell Lindskog (Blindside), Tomas Erik Naeslund ECAD: Obra #16938746