Exposure - Peasant

I have been livin' in

A bottled up kind of sin

Kicked around underground

Hiding from exposure

No one should be down there

No one looks around there

Wandering in your sleep now

Looking for a place to lay down

I know you need to be

Certain things I cannot see

I know you just like me

Let you sleep, watch you breathe

We can hold each other up

No one will be giving in

You make me feel real again

And I will do the best that I can