ITS GETTING HARD TO HIDE

Running after hidden daylight
To find it captured by the dusk
The blackness provides cover, but
This bottle's gonna bust.

Sitting until tomorrow brings
The commitment to escape
By now the passion stirs
Lying motionless yet awake.

CHORUS

Its getting hard to hide
My sanity or my pride
Its getting hard to break
Roll jump and shake.




Living in the shadows grip
Holding on to the sun
Talk to the darkness at dawn
And find you are the gun.

Doubt and confusion rain fear
Sweat rises to the brow
Feeling closed in by emptiness
Pierced only by the sound.