Publicist UK - Away

You say, “suck Satan’s cock” like it’s a bad thing, like it’s evil to be kind,
when the devil never hurt nobody who wasn’t already left behind.
You set such simple traps and I am grateful to be shaken in your arms, in your arms.

You say, “let’s go away.”
You say, “let’s go away.”
I’m never gonna leave my body until you tell me to.
You say, “let’s go away.”
You say, “let’s go away.”
I’m never gonna kneel to nothing until you tell me nothing is true.

You say, you see our future in a bad dream, but it’s sleeping that’s the crime.
It’s a part, it’s a pact, it’s a pattern, it’s distraction from the time you are mine.

You say, “let’s go away.”
You say, “let’s go away.”
I’m never gonna leave my body until you tell me to.
You say, “let’s go away.”
You say, “let’s go away.”
I’m never gonna kneel to nothing until you tell me nothing is true.

You raise a glass and say, “to hell with this and that, to hell with us,”
and I’m inclined to join you.
I’m inclined to never leave you.
I’m inclined to always love you.
You say, “let’s go away.”