If I Hide, Will You Come Looking? - Charlie Simpson

Well, so long to thunder.

You’ve been hiding up in the clouds now

And all your tears

Are dried up.

All I ever needed

Is slipping beneath my fingers.

I’m a shivering

Wreck now.

We were painted as dark as the night.

But if I were to hide,

Would you come looking for me?

Goodbye,

Pretty baby.

You’ve been bleeding my conscience dry now

And I’ve gone wild

With envy.

But all I ever needed

Was falling beneath my fingers.

I’m a shivering

Wreck now.

We were painted as dark as the night.