Tekster: Maritime. Other. We've Got To Get Out.

We've got to get out we're surrounded
by how far you might go and your dragging out your secrets
in hidden lives out on the coast
you can always go home if you can find your way and you're lucky
and hit all the gree nlights
I'm a child in my skeleton a ghost of my old life
we've got to get out on the summer days to fight
the loneliness and the fear the streets are so amazing
they never stay the same around here
we have probably disapeared stars fall from the sky
its just an accident we don't collide
i'll find somewhere to hide at night
we cut our teeth on the leathery streets of suburban retreats
with the glass floor underneath i know your bones from your heart
to your shoulder like the clothes in your drawers
and the moments in between
we have probably disapeared stars fall from the sky
it's just an accident we don't collide
i'll find somewhere that's out of sight