Getaway - The Rare Occasions

You and I, we were lost in the shadows

You got me thinking I won’t make it to tomorrow

You stole my mind

Wash the hands, count the spots on the ceiling

Leave it feeling all aligned

(ooh) And I shouldn’t have to check the door

(ooh) Eleven times before I fall asleep and

(ooh) You got me walking to the second floor

Up, down, chase back stop and let me fall into the deep

What can I do?

What can I do?

To get away from you

What can I do?

To get away from

You

What can I do?

To get away from you

What can I do?

To get away from

You

When it’s over they’ll wring out all my bones

For lost is not as lost as we thought it was

And found’s not as found

As that sickened soup that drips before the dawn

I don’t need the word to say I know

I don’t need the word to say I know

To get away from

You