try to hide down in the darknessnnget accustomed to our shapesnnreined in 'til next week at the earliestnngo through an old box full of betamax tapesnnnnpull the blankets up to my necknnand the screen began to glownni cried real tears when they beat chuck norris downnnwait here in the shadows 'til the shadows let me gonnnnand treat each crushing moment like a giftnnand wait for the fog to liftnnnnpretend i'm waiting for a noticennfrom someone somewhere far awaynnsit here and break things while i'm waitingnnas day gives way to day gives way to day gives way to daynnnnbut though i try to let the shadows mask my movementsnnthey're never gonna hide me like they used tonni watch the delta force save everybody from that plane on firenni was watching wishing i had not lost track of younnnni treat each crushing moment like a giftnnand wait for the fog to lift