Текст: Gomez. Out West - Disc 1. Here Comes The Breeze.

Here come the breeze, come on blow me up
Planting the seed, come on sew me up
Reelin', the feelin', making our way through the storm
We've been deceivin', making our way through the storm
All we need's a little more to

Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here

Here come the air, come on blow me up
Hottest affair, come on grow me up
Starin' at nothin', 'cause I can't make out what it is
Searchin' for somethin', but I just don't know what it is
All we need's a little more to

Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here

Well come on in
Come on in and lay me down now
And relax
'Cause the world will collapse with you
Turn your red light into blue
Why do you keep running around like that?

Sit back
'Cause this is gonna take a while
There's no shame in going in out of style
Why do you keep running around like that?

Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here