Sour grapes
Cross patch, draw the latch
Sit by the fire and spin
Hideaway
Cos. Their aint no stars in the night sky
To light your way
There aint no hope,
You’re just alone.
Cross patch, draw the latch
Sit by the fire and spin
Hideaway
Cos. Their aint nothing out there
Except for a dark sky,
And the cold air coming from the trees
Taking on a life of its own,
Making it impossible to get warm
The cold reminding us that
There’s no point, there isn’t any life to give us hope
There isn’t a direction for us to follow.
Cross patch, draw the latch
Sit by the fire and spin
Hideaway
The darkness breeds scary, unwelcome shadows
Of mean and horrible people
There isn’t any life out there,
No movement, in short, there’s nothing to live for.
Cross patch, draw the latch
Sit by the fire and spin
Hideaway
For the world outside isn’t satisfactory,
Turn your back on it, because it aint satisfactory
Hideaway for the dreariness overtakes you, takes possession of you,
Making it hard to remember there is hope and life beyond the clouds.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-02-03 17:33:32
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