hiding Far from the city of night And the factories of truth I stand upon the mountain A million miles from my home And the faces of fear I have freedom to think In hiding
Tulkojums: Ģenēze. In paslēpšana.
You don?t have to hide You don?t have to hide anymore You don?t have to face this on your own You don?t have to hide anymore So come out, come out, come
