I spent many days on the back of this haze
with a mind to tell you you were wrong,
It's not that I was right, but the will of the fight,
drew you in when you thought I had gone
Hideaway, it's your soul to display
and keep the words in your head,
keep from me all you wanted to be,
only you will have to regret
Everyone speaks of you with your foot on the pew,
so I can see that you are what you are,
but you came from inside with some tears round your eyes,
not for me just because you felt down
Hideaway, it's your soul to display
and keep your ear to the ground,
keep from me all you wanted to be,
it's you who's wearing the crown,
It's a long beating road to get back to the start,
still you can't change what's already done,
so go lie awake at night and remember the trite
senseless words behind the harm that you've done