Paper Cut Eyes

Get out of here

Get out of here

I want to go on a drive across the ocean,

break out of these water bound bars.

I want to get out of this limited motion.

Go and see the world from London to Mars.

I want to get out of here,

if not now I might never.

I'm not satisfied with half a life my dear,

for that my planning is too clever.

I want to strut about France,

like the champagne is bottomless.

I just want the chance,

To see the whole world, more or less.

Every corner of the globe is waiting for my touch,

denying this craving is just too much.

This chance now I'll have to clutch,

to see the world and learn so much.