Shorthanded prophecy

A nickname for everything

Hang up the phone and wonder

How hot do you burn for me?

You shiver in the shade

Watching me up on stage

Thinking I turned the page

I came of age, I love my cage

I hide

You will listen now, you're in the backseat

Hide

Carving your way out, muffle the heartbeat

Hide

You lie to yourself, walk down a dark street

Hide

I think about you, you think about me

Our love is third degree

Our love's a broken key

Our love is stuck in the

Back door of my faded memory

I like the way you sound

Stupid but so profound

We stood on dirty ground

Stars all around, scuffed up, spellbound

We hide

You would listen then, sat in the backseat

Hide

Sinking deeper in, tap out the heartbeat

Hide

Lying to yourself, light up a dark street

Hide

I thought about you, you thought about me

I tell a long story

Tell everyone everything

Hang up the phone and wonder

How hot do you burn for me?

I shiver in the shade

Watching a narrow gauge

Assume you turned the page

You came of age, you love your cage

You hide

You will listen now, you're in the backseat

Hide

Carving your way out, muffle the heartbeat

Hide

You lie to yourself, walk down a dark street

Hide

I think about you, you think about me