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