Hiding

Behind the walls where the portrait hangs
And beneath the murky waters of a picturesque view
In the shadows of my own masquerade
And under the bed where dreams, I dream

In the pages of my old faded diary
And between the lines of my poetry
Along with the rhythm of your songs
And away in a world no one else knows, I know

Hiding

And when I want you to notice
To see me,
I realise what i've done to myself

I've been hiding too long
And tonight, I've turned invisible

Sullen Street

once when the lights were bright
i thought i had it all
but i miss walking through Sullen Street
i feel complete

just a little bit of darkness
a little pain, some thorns to pierce
a little blood, a little fear
its who i am, its what i am

Sullen Street
don't fix the lights
don't try to fix me

Sullen Street
i need the pain
to stay alive

August

The days are dark in August
The nights are sullen
The wind howls to remind us
That August has come

And August
Oh August
Brings a heavy heart
For I
Cannot cry for August

But I feel his hands
Brush my hair
And I hear him sigh
With regret

And I know she cries
And I feel her tears
And I heard her say
She's not finished
Loving him

And when September comes
I will feel him
Going with the wind
And waving along
With the naked branches

For now, I'll mourn
I'll mourn for August
And I'll mourn
For her sadness