I think I might be hiding from myself It's so good to be alone with someone else When you come to me, I see you wanting heat You're so good to me Have we met before? It's so good to be hiding from myself I'm hiding
When you say: Baby, come to me Who am I? One who cannot see I think I might be hiding from myself It's so good to be alone, alone with someone else
Hiding with the excess Intense abruptness I treaded the winepress The brutal facts of a strange bondage
Not being held For all that I've done For all that I own Not being held For all that I've done For all that I own
