Besedila: Curve. No Escape From Heaven.

I can see through your eyes
To the back of your mind
All you've said is fiction
The blind leading the blind
I'd like to take your clothes off
And play for a while

You'll hold my hand in summertime
We'll walk for miles and you'd be mine
Hold my hand in summertime
And you are mine

There's no escape from heaven
Try as you might
There's no escape from heaven

Lie on the floor
Don't open your eyes
Just listen to the sweetness
Of this lullaby

Break my heart in anger
Hit me in love
Push me into danger
Give me a shove

Hold my hand in summertime
We'll walk for miles and you'd be mine
Hold my hand in summertime
You are mine

There's no escape from heaven
Try as you might
There's no escape from heaven

There's no escape from heaven
Try as you might
There's no escape from heaven

Hold my hand in summertime
Just hold my hand in summertime

Hold me, hold me
Hold me like you used to
Just hold me, hold me
Hold me like you used to

Hold me like you used to
Hold me like you used to