Winston Audio
Nothing to Hide
Nothing To HideOh what a dark and dismal dayAnd I, with my pruning shears,Think I'll go out past the railroad tracksAnd I won't come back without you, DearHow you were cold, and your skin was crackedShoved in a shelter of fearBut the headlights drew close to your back-alley streetsCan you feel the heat coming near?Hide- you've got nothing to hideBut you're under the thumb of CreationWith your mouth full of sand and your silence in handYou will sink like a stone all the way back homeOh what a clear and beautiful dayAnd I, with my pruning shears,Think I'll go down to the subway trainAnd cultivate what I hearThe melody's ripe- the rhythm beats trueAnd that glorious harmony clearTheir voices, they reach, like light through a paneOf stained glass, to my ears
From Letras Mania