The Great Escape - BT

You talk to me

With the language of the sea

Of sand hot in the sun

With the cries of night creatures

I dimly understand…

In your great escape

In your great escape

It’s your chance to take

Make your great escape

Your binary words

Glow in my darkness

Your darling hangs in the air

Could you make chemicals run

In my blood just by looking

You take my free will and

Blow it away

And I feel your warmth

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