The Hiding Place (Club) - Psyche

The city street’s like an exhibition

I held your picture in my hand

A lifetime in your eyes

Remember how you wanted me

The hidden scars you’ll never see

And the sound of us breathing

This is our hiding place

Another warm embrace

When will they ever learn?

It’s like a vision in the hands of fate

Religion on the monitor

A word that breaks my soul

No one left to rescue me

Just unfinished melodies

We’re on the silver screen

Even the greatest stars

Are alone in the looking glass

Are alone tonight