Class of 91 - Hideaways

Do you still dream
Of secret worlds and hideaways?
Walking for hours
A lost in time runaway
Do you still see
Ghosts chasing shadows through empty streets?
Echoes off concrete and glass
Calling them home at long last
This is memory and mystery
This is you killing time
This is your finest hour
This is all your grand design
This is poetry and light
This is your weight of history
This is your fever pitch
Watching it all from your hideaway
Your hideaway
Hideaway
Hideaway

Written by:
Ian Ferguson

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