You talk to me
With the language of the sea
Of sand hot in the sun With the cries of night creatures In your great escape
I dimly understand.
Make your great escape
In your great escape
It's your chance to take
Your binary words
Your darling hangs in the air Glow in my darkness
Could you make chemicals run
And take my free will and
In my blood just by looking
And I feel your warmth
blow it away As the sparks fly upwards
From the burning of all of your bridges
In your great escape
In your great escape
It's your chance to take
make your great escape.
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