Arshid Azarine asked me to sing a song for his album, these lyrics I’d written about a tragic tale in the Rausing family - early demise of a mother daughter and wife caught in a whirlwind of addiction.
Hidden Hell (Lyrics)
Sun comes up
And we lay down
Slumbering high
Till nightfall comes
Close the door
Come lay by my side
Lost in a place
Of late in return
Silver lined purse
Endless pleasure to pay
Hidden hell we made
Top of the Tower we hang
We never stood a chance
Our love couldn't stand
To our needs' demands
Diving deep into the flame
Oh, how our are wings they burn
Forgive and forget
Failings of fate
Golden spoon
Laced with guilt and shame
Hidden Hell (Lyrics)
Sun comes up
And we lay down
Slumbering high
Till nightfall comes
Close the door
Come lay by my side
Lost in a place
Of late in return
Silver lined purse
Endless pleasure to pay
Hidden hell we made
Top of the Tower we hang
We never stood a chance
Our love couldn't stand
To our needs' demands
Diving deep into the flame
Oh, how our are wings they burn
Forgive and forget
Failings of fate
Golden spoon
Laced with guilt and shame