Tekst:
Escape

The octopus in your purse Is cursing like an evil sailor But remember the knife is worse For the additives of movie trailers If you want me to I?ll help

Time to escape The clutches of a name No this is not a game (It's just the beginning) I don't believe in fate But the bottom line It's time to pay You

Forty-seven dead beats living in the back street North east west south all in the same house Sitting in a back room waiting for the big boom I'm in a

If I close my eyes I see your face And I'm not without you If I try hard and concentrate I can still hear you speak I picture myself in your room by the

Buildings in clouds here Our time and our place, dear There's life in us yet, love These walls we will climb above We really are ants now Escape the

's something by the way you call me No I can't escape your touch Tell me is it late, the stars are all aligning around me No I can't escape your touch

I'd go, I always know I can't escape from you A jug of wine to numb my mind But what good does it do? The jug runs dry and still I cry I can't escape

't let yourself fall down Bad day, looking for the great escape he says, bad day, looking for the great escape on a bad day, looking for the great escape, great escape

Every time I think of you I feel the coldest chill I think about your great escape An artist with expert skills It's painful when you're not around But