Transmission - The Getaway Plan

We, we could fall off the earth

Between the sheets I know

I’m having trouble sleeping

Been counting sheep

I think I’ll miss your supple heart the most

Feel free

To push me first

How else am I supposed to know?

And your words have been foreseen

So let’s take a moment dear

Just to find some room to breathe

But your lips, they feel…

And we, we could fall to the floor

Between your thighs I know

This lifestyle has been sleeping

Been counting hours

Until the clouds become thick smoke

Let’s just fall…

And your words have been foreseen

So let’s take a moment dear

Just to find some room to breathe

And your words have been foreseen

So let’s take a moment dear

Just to find some room to breathe