Away From You - Cold Collective

«This is a holdup.

Just give me the money and nobody gets hurt.»

What are you made of?

Cause a gun’s only as good or bad as the hand that holds it.

I’m holding my breath and I’m crossing my fingers.

Clenching my fist and I’m crossing my fingers.

I’m caught in between, because what I want is not what I need anymore.

I hit the ground running, man- ‘anchors aweigh.'

Get me to Logan, get me on a plane

away from you.

Get me away from you.

So we hit the freeway.

Got the boys in blue preoccupied with a decoy.

Can’t believe that we made it out.

Like an old western movie.

I’ve got the ransom.

I’m holding my breath and I’m crossing my fingers.

Clenching my fist and I’m crossing my fingers.

I’m caught in between, because what I want is not what I need anymore.

I hit the ground running, man- ‘anchors aweigh.'

Get me to Logan, get me on a plane

away from you.

Get me away from you.

And it’s full speed ahead, boys.

Drink it away.

We’ve got some big plans and they start today.

Away from you.

Get me away from you.

I’m gone for good.

«Good.»