Well, so long to thunder.
You've been hiding up in the clouds now
and all your tears are dried up.
All I ever needed is slipping beneath my fingers.
I'm a shivering wreck now,
and we were painted as dark as the night.
But if I were to hide,
would you come looking for me?
If I ever hide,
would you come looking for me?
Goodbye, pretty baby.
You've been bleeding my conscience dry now
and I've gone wild with envy.
But all I ever needed was falling beneath my fingers.
I'm a shivering wreck now,
and we were painted as dark as the night.
But if I were to hide,
would you come looking for me?
If I ever hide,
would you come looking for me?