Down streets we've never heard of before. With people who don't know our names.
Let's get lost, 30,000 feet high.
In clouds that look like fairy floss.
Where the air smells like freedom.
Lets get lost, walking till the soles of our feet hurt, till sunrise becomes marmalade sunset and our hands are clammy from holding each other.
Lets get lost, in busy cafes, in tall coffees and honey dew. Burning our tongues cos it tastes so good.
Lets get lost in each other, when the darkness blankets over us and our limbs entangle awash with drowsy happiness.
Lets get lost.
Baby, let's get lost.