Enough to Get Away

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