James Blake
Children
And I
Hide myself so
I can't be found, yes I
Break in my (?)
Trying to
I keep this up figuring I
(?) squeeze
Into shoes that clearly don't fit at all

You can scream, you can shout, but please don't let it out
In front of the children, in front of the children
This is all counterfeit, but just don't let it slip
In front of the children, in front of the children

Is there a time, a place
Don't ask
Where (?) she said
Hiding your face in the soul
Oh, we carry on with a smile
So gentle
With the weight of the gun in the (?) of your back
Always (?)

You can scream, you can shout, but please don't let it out
In front of the children, in front of the children
This is all counterfeit, but just don't let it slip
In front of the children, in front of the children