Hidden Years Lyrics

Hidden Years

I know yuo're here, you won't come out, below the water line,
Now wheres my Glove to keep the germs at bay.
So safe up here, my air is clean,
Recycle
Rarify
Down in the street deep breathe your life away.
Relive the hidden years
Won't clutch at straws again - 'whiter than white in the home!'

One midas touch and zeros grow, guilt edge and two points down,
In touch but out of mind in pleasure dome,
Through hungry years and scraping skies, collided with the stars
I framed your face you lit the silver Hughes!
Relive the hidden years (in vain)
Won't clutch at straws again - 'whiter than white in the home!'
Relive the hidden years,
Won't clutch at straws again -
'whiter than white in the home!'