What's the difference from a Saturday night
Where the light spreads dark around the drunk hearts
In their headless hallways where bodies are

put on the market place
To happiness endlessly taking pills
With the young going down

I see nothing or nowhere
I know what I've found
Must be in paradise


Next year we will live in the country
With our money, by day the sky builds

Doing our laundry and renting us some random machines
Getting our religion and sex on the TV
Assumptions made simply to get away

Everyone old is already with me
On tiny decks enjoying midsummer weather and friendly company
And in their picture frames there you and I will be

Knowing what we've found

Enough to get away

Knowing what we've found
Enough to get away
Knowing what we've found

Enough to get away
Knowing what we've found
Enough to get away


Bright drops of blood so my thoughts are
I turn to lie down but sleep stays far

I'm just an echo of the song going through my head
The light behides the ghost
But I'm the one that's dead

And I think of who you be
When you're here with me
Maybe it's a spiritual disease

Sliding through shoots of oblivion into infinity
Back into our maker's hands
No more rain or controversy

Knowing what we've found

Enough to get away

Knowing what we've found
Enough to get away
Knowing what we've found

Enough to get away
Knowing what we've found
Enough to get away