Из альбома: Me, Myself & Irene
He puts them all to sleep and goes to bed
He prays their souls to keep and lays his head
Then he takes all the questions and rolls them up in a ball
And he puts all the answers in the room down the hall
Where he can hide from himself
Where he can hide, where he can hide from her
He hangs them out to dry under the sun
He knows he has to be the lonely one
The he takes all his memories and he pulls 'til it tears
And he puts all his feelings in the space behind the stairs
Where he can hide from himself
Where he can hide, where he can hide from her
And time has been no friend to him, he is resigned to the fact
That he can't let go of his history, won't repeat, he can't get it back
Then he takes all the sorrow that the world dishes out
And he buries his dreams from yesterday under the house
Where he can hide from himself, where he can hide
Where he can hide from her and from himself