Paroles: The Getaway Plan. Transmission.

We, we could fall off the earth
Between the sheets I know

I?m having trouble sleeping
Been counting sheep
I think I?ll miss your supple heart the most

Feel free
To push me first
How else am I supposed to know?

And your words have been foreseen
So let?s take a moment dear
Just to find some room to breathe

But your lips, they feel?

And we, we could fall to the floor
Between your thighs I know
This lifestyle has been sleeping
Been counting hours
Until the clouds become thick smoke

Let?s just fall... [x3]

And your words have been foreseen
So let?s take a moment dear
Just to find some room to breathe

And your words have been foreseen
So let?s take a moment dear
Just to find some room to breathe