Kultur - Hideaway

I've got my feet strapped tight to the wooden floor
I'm suspended
I'm caught between what I need and what I want
They're disconnected
I'll take the trade and the toll they recommend
I'm openhearted
But I'll break if the load's too heavy and the rope too tight
I will tarnish

There's a crevice in the wall
Let this be mine for a minute
There's a crevice in the wall
Let this be mine just for a minute

Let me relocate
To my hideaway
When I was looking from the other side I recognized
A sweet escape
Through the window frame
I keep myself entertained
With an illusion that I'm on the line of coming close
To a sweet escape

I thirst for another dose of the memory
Of you beside me
I know that the quench runs momentarily
But I'm addicted

Let me relocate
To my hideaway
When I was looking from the other side I recognized
A sweet escape
Through the window frame
I keep myself entertained
When an illusion that I'm on the line of coming close
To a sweet escape
(I'm close to a sweet escape)

Let me relocate
To my hideaway
When I was looking from the other side I recognized
A sweet escape
Through the window frame
I keep myself entertained
With an illusion that I'm on the line of coming close
To a sweet escape

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A sweet escape
I'm close to a sweet escape
A sweet escape