This gold, somehow will break thee, will tear you apart in the end
My God, you won’t forsake me, angels, you’ll send
These fractured walls are crumbling, these pillars weren’t made to bend
Those tears like ice caps melting, flowing again

Hide a little bit and find it, find a little bit of love
Hide a dream and find a nightmare
Find the blessed are the righteous, then bury it because where’s the fun in being righteous?

On tiptoes we’ll be walking, in quiet tones will speak
The braver souls still talking a language you’ll hear

And just in case those eyes are open, watching me
I’ve prepared this page, still wet and stained with sweat and tears

Hide a little bit and find it, find a little bit of love
Hide a dream and find a nightmare, oh
Find the blessed are the righteous, then bury it because….
I’m not trying to save my skin, I’m just asking for a friend
And I’m trying to find the right words….
But if words, they escape me, will my heart be enough?

Cos a little tender heart is not a heart that should be broken
But little tender hearts are oft torn
With every bit of comfort comes a storm that shakes and rattles
And the next hurricane may take me away

Hide a little bit and find it, find a little bit of love
Hide a dream and find a nightmare…..

Written by - Steven R Mayne