Well, you could tell me
But I don't have to know
I watch you bend when
You try to keep it lowIt isn't even that it means anything
I think you're hiding somethingAnd in the evening
When you come back around
You have a drink and
Keep staring at the groundYou're like a sick bird
That's only dying to sing
I think you're hiding something
I think you're hiding somethingYou could keep hiding
Or you could talk instead
And quell the angry mob
That's inside your headAnd I'm the only one
Who'd be listening
I think you're hiding something
I think you're hiding somethingI think you're hiding something
I think you're hiding something