What's the difference from a Saturday night Where the light spreads dark around the drunk hearts In their headless hallways where bodies are put on the market place    To happiness endlessly taking pills With the young going down  I see nothing or nowhere I know what I've found    Must be in paradise Next year we will live in the country With our money by day the sky builds Doing our laundry and inventing us some random machines Getting our religion and sex on the TV Assumptions made simply to get away Everyone old is already with me On tiny decks enjoying midsummer weather and friendly company And in their picture frames there you and I will be Knowing what we've found      Enough to get away  (x4) Bright drops of blood so my thoughts are I turn to lie down but sleep stays far I'm just an echo of the songs going through my head The light behides the ghost but I'm the one that's dead And I think of who you be when you're here with me Maybe it's a spiritual disease  Sliding through shoots of oblivion into infinity    back into our maker's hands No more rain no controversy Knowing what we've found      Enough to get away  (x4)