another day, another night
no cloud is lifting
we could be apart or together
we could be awake or sleeping
like ghosts we don't talk
and i even wonder if we still know how
i used to know my way here
see clear among the crowd
but now I’m fighting all the traffic
and this noise'll drown you out
and i see all this shabby stuff -
no way is it good enough for you
let’s get out of here
let’s get out of here
i wanna be free of all this delirium and ennui
let’s get out of here
another hour, another week
no cloud is rising
we could be enebriated
we could be infected by a fever
a poison, a drug
or we could be the victims of a sorcerer's curse
the skies are growing darker
there's sulphur in the air
and i'm losing my religion
and you mumble out a prayer
and i'm sure that i recall a time
when shadows were not all that i knew
let's get out of here...
the more you swim in a sea of old angers
and the more you ride a tide of bad news
then you’re gonna feel it – a deep, dark drag
and it’s pulling us down
well i refuse to drown...
let’s get out of here right now
let’s get out of here –
i know how we two can be free of all this delirium and ennui
let’s get out of here, you and i
let’s get out of here –
let’s fly away to be free of all this delirium and ennui
let’s get out of here
tom yates – all parts
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