It's in your eyes, a colour fade out
Looks like, a new transition
It's starting up, and shaking your ground
Turning your head to see a new day calling

Does it feel a like a hand to lean on?
snapshot from where you were born
I'm looking for your hand in the rough
You're caught in the wire
Well I'll lift you up

Bleeding on reaction
Caught on a cell phone's rays
Pleading on the sofa, staring at the wayside
 [bad word] and she knows it, even if she knows why
Listening from the hallway, girl, you haven't got time

You gotta get out
Far far away
You gotta get out [bad word] far away

Darkness in the bedroom
Maybe she's resting up, maybe she was out late
Just came back from the club, I can't hear her breathing
Something doesn't seem right, Killer in the hallway
We're leaving on the same time

We gotta get out [bad word] far away
We gotta get out
Go far away