Hunt Or Hide
I want to make things
But I don't know how
I pray everyday
Instead of screams and shouts
Floor of pane
Nobody has
Feelings of blame
If you don't
Really care
A house upon sand
Cannot take the storm
In the summer
At night don't keep you warm
Hunt or hide
You must to decide
If you bring to life
What cannot be denied
I awake every morning
And I will make my sound
No one knows
No one makes me proud
I awake every morning
And I will make my sound
No one knows
No one makes me proud
I want to make things
But I don't know how
I pray everyday
Instead of screams and shouts
Floor of pane
Nobody has
Feelings of blame
If you don't
Really care
A house upon sand
Cannot take the storm
In the summer
At night don't keep you warm
Hunt or hide
You must to decide
If you bring to life
What cannot be denied
I awake every morning
And I will make my sound
No one knows
No one makes me proud
I awake every morning
And I will make my sound
No one knows
No one makes me proud
Writer/s: Joaquim Cobra
