Hiding
Unveiling Shadows: Sean Watkins' Poetic Quest for Truth
Lyrics
What are you hiding from me? What are you hiding
Questioning someone about hidden aspects: "What are you hiding from me? What are you hiding"
Beneath the leaves that color you, and all the things that make you what you feel?
Asking about the concealed parts beneath the surface that define the person
The sun ain't inviting I know, the sun ain't inviting
Noticing a lack of warmth or welcoming nature in the sun
But I've sat beneath the bridges and I've watched the water pass between my toes
Recalling moments spent by bridges, feeling the water flowing between toes
You wonder who to follow, and you lie about your heart
Reflecting on uncertainty in choosing who to follow and dishonesty about one's emotions
There's no need to buy tomorrow, when there's no place to start
Emphasizing the futility of purchasing the future when there is no clear starting point
So where are you hiding from me? Where are you hiding?
Reiterating the question of where someone is hiding
My little troll beneath the bridge, well I've counted down from ten and here I am
Describing someone as a metaphorical troll beneath the bridge, and expressing arrival after counting down
Well you wonder who to follow, and you lie about your heart
Repeating themes of uncertainty in choosing who to follow and dishonesty about one's emotions
Well there's no need to buy tomorrow, when there's no place to start
Reiterating the point that there is no need to plan for the future without a clear starting point
I saw a bird fly its cage out of the darkness
Observing a bird breaking free from confinement, but choosing to return to its origin
Well its wings could take it anywhere, but I watched as it flew back from where it came
Highlighting the bird's potential for freedom but opting to return to its familiar surroundings
You wonder who to follow, and you lie about your heart
Revisiting themes of uncertainty in choosing who to follow and dishonesty about one's emotions
Well there's no need to buy tomorrow, when there's no place to start
Restating the idea that planning for tomorrow is futile without a clear starting point
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