Abscond

[Verse 1]

If I scale the castle wall, will that do?

Win your affection if I fall, call truce

We boys like bells, like gongs that put the town into a song

[Refrain]

Get used to the wrongs I'm gonna do for you

Get used to the wrong I'm gonna do to you when you ask

[Verse 2]

Your move

Won't you come down from your chambers and speak?

Nightgown and candle down the staircase to me

We boys like birds, our tongues and words the guards have never heard

[Refrain]

Get used to the wrongs I'm gonna do for you

Get used to the wrong I'm gonna do to you when you ask

[Chorus 1]

Horseback in the middle of the night

I know a route out we could be far enough by daylight

Pack quickly, be discreet beneath the night sky

Sweet veil of our relief, we're gone

You're the ire of your father but the other half of me

[Verse 3]

Would I define young love in a rhyme, would that suit?

We could abscond, be gone, on our way

We boys like bells, like gongs that put the town into a song

[Refrain]

Get used to the wrongs I'm gonna do for you

Get used to the wrong I'm gonna do to you when you ask

[Verse 2]

Your move

Won't you come down from your chambers and speak?

Nightgown and candle down the staircase to me

We boys like birds, our tongues, and words, the guards have never heard

[Refrain]

Get used to the wrongs I'm gonna do for you

Get used to the wrong I'm gonna do to you when you ask

[Interlude]

Do you have everything?

[Chorus 2]

Horseback in the middle of the night

I know a route out, we could be far enough by daylight

Pack quickly, be discreet beneath the night sky

Sweet veil of our relief, we're gone

You're the ire of your father but the other half of me

Horseback in the middle of the night

You're the ire of your father but the other half of me

I know a route out, we could be far enough by daylight

You're the ire of your father but the other half of me

Pack quickly, be discreet beneath the night sky

You're the ire of your father but the other half of me

Sweet veil of our relief, we're gone, gone, gone

You're the ire of your father but the other half of me