Letras: Quebec Antique. Escape.

You're black and blue,
and I don't know what to do.
He takes his fears out on you.
But someday, we'll escape,
and find us a new place.
where he won't be able to ever hurt you.
In fields of sage,
this pact we made.
and I won't loose you,
so here's what we'll do.
We'll hide out, 'til morning.
We'll go back, get our things.
Then drive out of town 'til the
sun goes down.
'Til it goes down.