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 head 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 out

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

You gotta get out
Go far away
You gotta get out
Go 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 living on a set time

We gotta get out
Go far away
We gotta get out
Go far away