Lyrics : Gareth McGrillen/Rob Swire
Music : Gareth McGrillen/Rob Swire
It's in your eyes, a color fade out
Looks like a new transition
The starting up and shaking your ground
Turning your head to see a new day calling
Does it feel like a head to lean on?
A 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
Leading on the action
Caught in a cell phone's rays
Bleeding on a sofa
Staring at the waistline
He's coming and she knows it
Even though 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 is resting up
Maybe she was out late
Just come 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