Escape
Composer: Pawel Osmolski
Date: 2006-06-15
Notes: Lyrics still work-in-progress
My hands were empty,
Slapped to my face and smothered on my lips almost cried
Whilst my vision blurred
I'll walk a little on my stepping toe,
This time not on my heel,
Slowly does it
Twirl and jacket spray,
With the sticky drool from your mouth,
Watch your head and think you're near,
if the way out is the same way in
I'll walk a little on my stepping toe,
This time not on my heel,
Slowly does it
Soft textured dimples,
Orange skin in the air, it makes me peel
My amber-lit throat, a trick not one for I
With a pence he rode in a vast person-carrier
Slapped to my face and smothered on my lips almost cried
Whilst my vision blurred
I'll walk a little on my stepping toe,
This time not on my heel,
Slowly does it
Twirl and jacket spray,
With the sticky drool from your mouth,
Watch your head and think you're near,
if the way out is the same way in
I'll walk a little on my stepping toe,
This time not on my heel,
Slowly does it
Soft textured dimples,
Orange skin in the air, it makes me peel
My amber-lit throat, a trick not one for I
With a pence he rode in a vast person-carrier
