He talked to me...
With a language of a sea
Of sand, hot in the sun.
With the cries of night creatures,
I dimly understand.

Mmmmmmmm....


====Chorus===
In your great escape...
In your great escape...
It's your chance to take,
make your great escape.
===/Chorus===

He'll find rewards...
Glow in my darkness,
your darling hands in the air.
Can you make chemicals run
in my blood just by looking
and take my free will and throw it away?

And I feel your warmth
as the the sparks fly upwards
From the burning of our
(???) bridges.