Woorden: Jesse Harris. Watching the Sky. I Think You're Hiding Something.

Well, you could tell me
But I don't have to know
I watch you bend when
You try to keep it low

It isn't even that it means anything
I think you're hiding something

And in the evening
When you come back around
You have a drink and
Keep staring at the ground

You're like a sick bird
That's only dying to sing
I think you're hiding something
I think you're hiding something

You could keep hiding
Or you could talk instead
And quell the angry mob
That's inside your head

And I'm the only one
Who'd be listening
I think you're hiding something
I think you're hiding something

I think you're hiding something
I think you're hiding something