Sanctuaries in Hiders

Ready or not, here I come

Behind the heavy drapes of the hall A shallow breath,

a shadow on the wall

Every hiding spot becomes a shrine

I count to ten,

the clock begins to chime

I find a key beneath the dusty floor

(found you) It unlocks a brand new door

Now the game begins to bloom

Light is breaking in the room!

(yeah) Every lost thing is a clue

Inside the cedar chest a velvet glove An ancient sign of conditional

love

I trace the dust,

I write your name

This is more than a childhood game

Now the game begins to bloom

Light is breaking in the room!

(yeah) Every lost thing is a clue

Ready or not... Here I stay. (shhh)