Hideaway Silk and ocean waves Voices ride through yesterday's Fireplaces, chimes, and lace Things we lost or put away And all the memories fade Into the pillowcase In our bomb shelter in a tree Cut to the edge of me And you Budapest And old world stays Citadels and expiration dates Left like rust on sides of trains Things we lost or put away And all the memories fade Into the pillowcase In our bomb shelter in a tree Cut to the edge of me And you