Remember when we were angels
  Before we stole cars
  And when sex and drugs
  Lived up in another world... not a care in the world
    Hide and seek, kissing and running
  Till you were out of breath
  In the late night day sun
  Until you Mamma called you home... and you didn't wanna go
    Fly
  High
  Be my getaway
  Gotta getaway
    Fly
  High
  Be my getaway
  Gotta getaway
    Coppers, robbers, cowboys and Indians
  Hanging round the corner
  Of the street you lived
  How come it felt so far away... just a stone throw away
    Your best friend wasn't someone you worked with
  And money from your old man
  Would burn a hole in yer pocket all day...
  Not a single debt to pay
    Fly
  High
  Be my getaway
  Gotta getaway...