Seclusion
I'm not going to pretend to know your pain
Went away for the weekend and no one knew your name
I hold myself up in a hotel room
Hollywood movies, bad hotel food
While you, you were in seclusion
What's the point in that?
Maybe you are a genius and we're all delayed
If you could unlock the demons, maybe we'd be afraid
I zip my suitcase, pull out my passport
Hail a taxi, head to the airport
While you, you were in seclusion
What's the good in that?
I don't know, oh, where I can go
And I don't know, oh, how to escape
We both drowned, but in different ways
Put on some music, open the window
Sip on some wine, pick out tomorrow's clothes
While you, you were in seclusion
What's the sense in that?
Writer/s: Chantal Kreviazuk