Outta Here

OUTTA HERE

My soul is a saint and a whore

drifting to a desert shore

a place to escape and hide

been rocked by a sugar tide

all the dreams that I've had

keep telling me the same

be honest with yourself

put the picture in its frame

chorus: 

please get me outta here

get me outta here

please get me outta here

out of my body

all the languages I speak 

try to shorten distances

all the faces that I've kissed

all the stories that I've missed

chorus:

you're a martyr on the edge

bare feet wooden hands

talking me off of the ledge

and disappear in a whirl of sand

chorus