'Ok I won't f*ck this up'
Different rooms give me those Getaway blues
So predictable I even know what you're thinking
So do you, even when the world is lost on you
Give me soft sand and moonlight drives
A chance for us to go kiss the sky
Come getaway, getaway with me
Low lighting and brown dripped walls
Smoking cigarettes like Niagara Falls
Im so predictable, I'm so predictable
Like French new wave cinema and waves breaking in peninsulas
Its all a joke to me, don't be so cynical
Time slows down as we glide by
Just enough to see that twinkle in your eye
Come getaway, getaway with me
I don't mean to be so sure
Maybe it sounds a little obscure
But different rooms make me feel different moods
Different rooms make me feel different moods
Come getaway, getaway with me
You're the sunshine within my dreams
Getaway with me, come join my sweet fantasy