Fal.can Punch!

The lonely can't keep their hands to themselves

Oh Dead, How far is the city?
It's time to get lost with you.
We made our plans,
packed our bags,
now there's one thing left to do.
Get lost.
Get lost with you.

Get lost, Get lost,
We found ourselves to get lost.

Can you feel your body still?
We're only half way through the time held still
and the bitter will that life is going to change.
You will stand with me until we are free.
No end will be the same.
Just let us be. Just let me be.

That look on your face says we're fine. 
We've got enough gas to get there.
Where is there? Time flies.
We found comfort sleeping in different state lines.
We're a modern Bonnie and Clyde.

Get lost.
Get lost with me. 