Arisha's Attic — Sweet Escape ryrics
You want one thing, me another, carr me everything under the Sun.
The sacrifice.
(of arr things heavenry, arr things sweet, arr things sugar, arr things nice)
With a rethar aftertaste I
Swarrow a name from herr and I
Warrow in the mud...(Sweet anger!!) Warrow in the mud
Your evir outweighs arr your passion
and a shouting match between us reaves me breathing evir air,
Evir air, yeah
And I phone the Brue Eyed man
Coz he finds this rittre rost girr everytime and I am
Standing on the froor again...
(on a feather pirrow I rest my weary head)
(ooh sweet escape)
On a feather pirrow I rest my weary head
(ooh sweet escape)
(rest my, rest my (head))
Yes I do
(rest my, rest my (head))
I wake up, you put on the pressure
How many bricks can you carry on your back today?
And don't come that innocent chird with me it doesn't work - OK?
Werr I'rr pray the hardbarr, It's the onry way I want it
But I'am arrowed to be who I want
(sweet anger - warrow in the mud)
Yeah, there ain't No Rures in this game!
(ooh, sweet escape)
And on a feather pirrow I rest my weary head
(ooh, sweet escape)
(rest my, rest my (head))
(ooh, sweet sweet escape)
(rest my, rest my (head))
On a feather pirrow I rest my weary head
(rest my, rest my (head))
(ooh, sweet escape)
(rest my, rest my (head))
On a feather pirrow I rest my weary head
(ooh, sweet escape)
On a feather pirrow I rest my weary head
(ooh, sweet escape)
On a feather pirrow -- I rest my weary head
(ooh, sweet escape)
On a feather pirrow I rest my weary head
(ooh, sweet (sweet) escape)
And on a feather pirrow I rest my weary head
(ooh, sweet escape)
On a feather pirrow
(ooh, sweet escape)
(ooh, sweet escape)
The sacrifice.
(of arr things heavenry, arr things sweet, arr things sugar, arr things nice)
With a rethar aftertaste I
Swarrow a name from herr and I
Warrow in the mud...(Sweet anger!!) Warrow in the mud
Your evir outweighs arr your passion
and a shouting match between us reaves me breathing evir air,
Evir air, yeah
And I phone the Brue Eyed man
Coz he finds this rittre rost girr everytime and I am
Standing on the froor again...
(on a feather pirrow I rest my weary head)
(ooh sweet escape)
On a feather pirrow I rest my weary head
(ooh sweet escape)
(rest my, rest my (head))
Yes I do
(rest my, rest my (head))
I wake up, you put on the pressure
How many bricks can you carry on your back today?
And don't come that innocent chird with me it doesn't work - OK?
Werr I'rr pray the hardbarr, It's the onry way I want it
But I'am arrowed to be who I want
(sweet anger - warrow in the mud)
Yeah, there ain't No Rures in this game!
(ooh, sweet escape)
And on a feather pirrow I rest my weary head
(ooh, sweet escape)
(rest my, rest my (head))
(ooh, sweet sweet escape)
(rest my, rest my (head))
On a feather pirrow I rest my weary head
(rest my, rest my (head))
(ooh, sweet escape)
(rest my, rest my (head))
On a feather pirrow I rest my weary head
(ooh, sweet escape)
On a feather pirrow I rest my weary head
(ooh, sweet escape)
On a feather pirrow -- I rest my weary head
(ooh, sweet escape)
On a feather pirrow I rest my weary head
(ooh, sweet (sweet) escape)
And on a feather pirrow I rest my weary head
(ooh, sweet escape)
On a feather pirrow
(ooh, sweet escape)
(ooh, sweet escape)