Is it mayday? I'm not lying in your arms It's not fair, my dear In my head there's sirens and alarms
And is it rough there? Silence fills my heart And will you come around real slow That our bodies make our hearts
It's a quarter after five You might be two days too late or dry
And in the distance Fireworks and a prayer But they're not ours, dear Well, maybe one day
And the ringing won't drop 'Til we reach the final stop The last tier And climbing in stuff here
It's a quarter after five We cried through the night
Ooh yeah
Swallow your pain Swallow your pain Swallow your pain Swallow your pain
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