Once I'd counted to thirty, I was off to see you,
and our game of hide-and seek began without either of us
I plead "Can't you come out now?", but no reply comes back;
you must have hidden yourself awfully deep...
Once I'd counted to thirty, I opened the door to your heart,
since I knew knocking would get me no reply
I went spiraling down a dark staircase in search of you;
yes, you must be somewhere up ahead...
That's the way it's always been,
that's just the way we've been,
so skillful at speaking only in lies...
"Were you scared of something?"
Hey, what scared you?
I don't know even now...
Hide-and-seek, that's the game we play with the truth;
hiding it, having it hidden, seeking it out
Hide-and-seek; deep, deep, deep, deep inside your heart,
I just want to see the real you...
Once I'd counted to thirty, I was off to see you
Once I'd counted to thirty, I opened the door to your heart
Once I find you, you flee, deep, deep within,
and so then, I'm counting once again...
That's the way it's always been;
say, from what I've seen,
it seems we've said all we can, except the truth...
"Were you scared of something?"
Come on, what scared you?
I've wondered all this time...
Hide-and-seek; our endless game of hiding, seeking, all the same
If we can come to some understanding, then once more...
Just say the password, "I'm afraid, I'm scared,"
and let just one door open up again...
Hide-and-seek, that's the game we play with our true feelings;
hiding them, having them hidden, seeking them out
Here comes a reply from my own lips:
I just want to see the real you...
Just want to see...