Let's take off

Get a home.
Get a home.
Get a room.
Get alone.
Get gone.
Get gone.

Touching him.
Kissing her.
Kisses all over you,
all over the place
but for nobody else.
So Get gone.
Get gone.
Get gone.

Sharing laughs,
cigarrettes, random thoughts,
and sweet lust.
My hand is yours,
yours is mine,
mine with yours,
a few more stubs,
a few more drinks,
and bring the check,
so we can get gone.
Get gone.
Get lost.

So get lost.
In every new place.
Let's get going,
keep them showing,
that we need no room,
'cause we have them all.
And we need no house,
'cause your eyes are home.
But we'll get gone.
Get gone.
Get gone.
Walk wrong.

'Cause all you see,
Are just a little few,
the sweet beginning.
Bye-bye
Bang-bang.
Gun.
Gone.

Got a room.
Got my home.
Panting pleasures
all night-long.
Close the door,
turn me on,
our shadows
together taking off.
Now you be gone,
Gone.
Gone.