Hideaways

Do you still dream

Of secret worlds and hideaways?

Walking for hours

A lost in time runaway

Do you still see

Ghosts chasing shadows through empty streets?

Echoes off concrete and glass

Calling them home at long last

This is memory and mystery

This is you killing time

This is your finest hour

This is all your grand design

This is poetry and light

This is your weight of history

This is your fever pitch

Watching it all from your hideaway

Your hideaway

Hideaway

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