Out of Bounds
I don't want her to be sad forever
With pain and love that god should only know
Was me or the city of angels
San Francisco
(The getaway)
The getaway, the great escape on to the open road
(The interstate)
The interstate is shutting down, this city wont let go of its hold
I don't want us to be broken heart-ed
But sometimes that's where the journey ends
We've exceeded all the maps we've charted
So buckle up
(We're going down!)
We're going down! Grab a mask with those bags that wont inflate
(Curse this town)
Curse this town one last time as we crash into the bay
And gestures that astound
Don't count when out of bounds
But full lips they whisper sounds
That say this ride with you
Still means something to me too
All aboard for a planned disaster
There's room for more if we leave the vests behind
You might have wished we missed the boat on this one
But you were right on time
(We're gonna sink!)
We're gonna sink! There's cotton candy where the life boats should be stored
(One more drink)
One more drink so we can toast to the saboteurs on board
And gestures that astound
Don't count when out of bounds
But full lips they whisper sounds
That say this ride with you
Still means something to me too
With pain and love that god should only know
Was me or the city of angels
San Francisco
(The getaway)
The getaway, the great escape on to the open road
(The interstate)
The interstate is shutting down, this city wont let go of its hold
I don't want us to be broken heart-ed
But sometimes that's where the journey ends
We've exceeded all the maps we've charted
So buckle up
(We're going down!)
We're going down! Grab a mask with those bags that wont inflate
(Curse this town)
Curse this town one last time as we crash into the bay
And gestures that astound
Don't count when out of bounds
But full lips they whisper sounds
That say this ride with you
Still means something to me too
All aboard for a planned disaster
There's room for more if we leave the vests behind
You might have wished we missed the boat on this one
But you were right on time
(We're gonna sink!)
We're gonna sink! There's cotton candy where the life boats should be stored
(One more drink)
One more drink so we can toast to the saboteurs on board
And gestures that astound
Don't count when out of bounds
But full lips they whisper sounds
That say this ride with you
Still means something to me too
Credits
Writer(s): Venu Konda
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