When We Escape

Someone’s turning the lights down low
and the music up, do you feel the beat?
I see you too by the way you move.
I need to feel your body movin' on me.
You must be an illusion.
Can I see through you?
Someone’s pullin' me out the house
cause I parked up and down the street.
That dress is begging to come off.
A quiet dark place is all we need.
You must be an illusion.
Can I see through you?
You must be an illusion.
You must be an illusion.
When we escape
it’s with a white line
we’ll both align.
And now we lay this close
catching measures of the pulse.
You must be an illusion.
Can I see through you?
You must be an illusion.
You must be an illusion.
You must be a,
you’ve got to be an illusion.
An illusion.
You must be an illusion.
Can I see through you?
You must be an illusion.
You must be an illusion.
You must be an illusion.
(You've got to be an illusion.)