No Hiding Place

Love's on holiday
For seventeen days
A break
From all
Our usual
Pains

I can't handle
These games

I call out softly
From my hiding place
But there's no one to find me
And kiss my frightened face

The house is haunted
But my ghosts don't speak
They just drift through my mind
And their touch is so weak

That
They can't hold me
They can't hold me
Any more