Texty: Mother Mother. Eureka. Getaway.

In a dream, on a wave
I could tunnel underground or I could float away
From it all, on a holiday
Bon voyage, I want to get away from all I know

I could shoot into the sun
I could be the bullet of a Gatling gun
Disappear, another Dillinger on the run
I want to get away from everything and everyone

We gotta get away from it all
We gotta get away from everything we've come to know
We gotta get gone like on a holiday but for longer
Away from all the silly things that are us

I could explode
Oh, what I'd give to be a supernova
Oh, if I could be blown to bits I would
Yeah

We gotta get away from it all
We gotta get away from everything we've come to know
We gotta get gone like on a holiday but for longer
Away from all the silly things that are us

And if you run from it, darling
Baby, would you think about taking me?

We gotta get away from it all
We gotta get away from it all
We gotta get away from it all
We gotta get away from it all