Remember when we were angels

Before we stole cars

And when sex and drugs

Lived up in another world... not a care in the world



Hide and seek, kissing and running

Till you were out of breath

In the late night day sun

Until you Mamma called you home... and you didn't wanna go



Fly

High

Be my getaway

Gotta getaway



Fly

High

Be my getaway

Gotta getaway



Coppers, robbers, cowboys and Indians

Hanging round the corner

Of the street you lived

How come it felt so far away... just a stone throw away



Your best friend wasn't someone you worked with

And money from your old man

Would burn a hole in yer pocket all day...

Not a single debt to pay



Fly

High

Be my getaway

Gotta getaway...