Songtexte:
Rifles The Great Escape

day you might make a change Lock yourself indoors and plan a getaway Take a walk outside in the heavy weather The British Summer time's just great whatever

the day you might make a change Lock yourself indoors and plan a getaway Take a walk outside in the heavy weather The British Summer time's just great

So far away from me to see When no relief is at the door terminally I've no intention to sing a sad song But everything I wanna say never felt so wrong

But every day that I don't see your face, it's a tragedy And time away could be time staring into your eyes But every day that I don't see your face

When he was younger he could rumble like a hurricane And leave you lying with a hunger for some novocaine Hit the switch on the lights in a heartbeat

Windy walks and days in bed All our differences unsaid Hand in hand we both entwine Underneath a dreary grey skyline And all we think about is that