Let's

Sheets were red he climbed the stairs to praise my hand.
Cross the field the cows and ants felt shaking land.
Let’s get away,
Let’s get away,
Let’s get away cross ten state lines.

Whispering father please forgive my honest man.
In his mouth I found the breathe to blow away.
Let’s get away,
Let’s get away,
Let’s get away cross ten state lines.

Never been the girl who got the happy end,
Turn those sirens off this vow is not revenge
Let’s holiday
Let’s holiday
Let’s holiday your hand in mine.