I think I might be hiding from myself
It's so good to be alone with someone else
When you come to me, I see you wanting heat
You're so good to me
Have we met before?
It's so good to be hiding from myself
I'm hiding

When you say: Baby, come to me
Who am I?
One who cannot see
I think I might be hiding from myself
It's so good to be alone, alone with someone else

Hiding with the excess
Intense abruptness
I treaded the winepress
The brutal facts of a strange bondage

Not being held
For all that I've done
For all that I own
Not being held
For all that I've done
For all that I own

Desperate to be alone