Hideaway - Kultur, cehryl

I’ve got my feet strapped tight to the wooden floor

I’m suspended

I’m caught between what I need and what I want

They’re disconnected

I’ll take the trade and the toll they recommend

I’m openhearted

But I’ll break if the load’s too heavy and the rope too tight

I will tarnish

There’s a crevice in the wall

Let this be mine for a minute

There’s a crevice in the wall

Let this be mine just for a minute

Let me relocate

To my hideaway

When I was looking from the other side I recognized

A sweet escape

Through the window frame

I keep myself entertained

With an illusion that I’m on the line of coming close

To a sweet escape

I thirst for another dose of the memory

Of you beside me

I know that the quench runs momentarily

But I’m addicted

Let me relocate

To my hideaway

When I was looking from the other side I recognized

A sweet escape

Through the window frame

I keep myself entertained

When an illusion that I’m on the line of coming close

To a sweet escape

(I'm close to a sweet escape)

Let me relocate

To my hideaway

When I was looking from the other side I recognized

A sweet escape

Through the window frame

I keep myself entertained

With an illusion that I’m on the line of coming close

To a sweet escape

A sweet escape

I’m close to a sweet escape

A sweet escape