turning `round as if in flight
I sense your breath cut like a knife
a thousand shadows all in pain
what they feel (fear?) must be the same
the tension`s mounting (mounted?) with the tide
I see the heat rise to the sky
I search the faces for a clue
a thousand hate(s), some laughter too
the flames were dancing as the people shouted
the streets they were alive as the stage was mounted
a thousand cries of jubilation
from the throes of this great people`s nation
and as our bridges burned to dust
a useless theme was quite enough
I felt as you, one with the night
someone`s calling in the night
I start to think, I start to cry
the choice is always mine
but I`m too scared to dance (judge?)
but I`m too scared to dance (judge?)
but I`m too scared to dance (judge?)
but I`m too scared to dance (judge?)
turning `round as if in flight
I sense your breath cut like a knife
a thousand shadows all in pain
what they feel (fear?) must be the same
someone`s calling in the night
someone`s calling in the night
someone`s calling in the night
someone`s calling in the night