Looking at the lonely telegram, I crept into your room Listen to the breathing voices of the ones around the tomb The radio is playing, but I can't hear them sing The people are explaining, but they don't know a thing Give me a sign, give me a sign I wanna die tonight
They say that London sounds like a city of red All the prisoners wait for their turn to be dead You don't love me You don't love me like you say you do
I can take a picture, you can be a picture Stitched into my fading black I can take you home, or you can be a home We'll never look on back The radio is playing, but I can't hear them sing The people are explaining, but they don't know a thing Give me a sign, give me a sign I wanna die tonight
They say that London sounds like a city of red All the prisoners wait for their turn to be dead You don't love me You don't love me like you say you do
Oh, London sounds like a city of red All the prisoners wait for their turn to be dead And I don't want to die No I don't want to die...Tonight
Come out, I'm waiting on your front porch You came in through the back door We drift along the flooded sea of muddy waters Clouds above us crying tears of sins All dying We're begging for a reason
Now come out, I'm waiting on your front porch You came in through the back door We drift along the flooded sea of muddy waters Clouds above us crying tears of sins All dying We're begging for a reason This year seems like a season Belief in how we're living Story with no ending The storm is beating down But we're sinking to the sky We're sinking to the sky We're sinking to the sky We're sinking to the skyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
