Disguise

Hiding places are getting scarse
too small
or far away
growing old and bare
far too well known...

cracks and squeeks
fading colours and falling leaves
my second skin is drying out

Hiding places are getting scarse
too small
or far away
growing old and bare
far too well known...

screams and weeps
broken silences and true rumours
thansformation is happening

Hiding places are getting scarse
too small
or far away
growing old and bare
far too well known...

Glitters and golds
rising sunshine and unexpected rainbows
she's being given some breathing space

Hiding places are getting scarse
the air is warm and bright
smells good
feels thick and smooth
takes the camouflage away
and sometimes it is ok