The Great Escape — Bt

You talk to me With the language of the sea Of sand hot in the sun

With the cries of night creatures I dimly understand... In your great escape In your great escape It's your chance to take Make your great escape

Your binary words Glow in my darkness Your darling hangs in the air And in me chemicals run in my blood just by looking You take my free will and throw it away

And I feel your warmth As the sparks fly upwards From the burning of all of your bridges

In your great escape In your great escape It's your chance to take Make your great escape