The air turns black The birds drop from the sky This eagle has landed I'm choking on your pride
But the walls are closing in And you don't appreciate That in my hands tonight Is where your fate lies Her face drains...
Stand up, take a bow you have No reason to celebrate Your lost in the labyrinth Scream now it's not too late
Nothing seems to break the walls down We'll break the walls down
Well, it looks like the end of tonight for our friend here He's finding it hard to keep his head Especially with his girl screaming in his ear We've gotta ask ourselves, do they deserve this Speak now or forever hold your peace
Will he make it out I hope he makes out He's gotta make it out He's gonna make it out
Compositores: Chris Batten, Liam Rory Gerard Clewlow (Rory Clewlow) (PRS), Robert William Rolfe (Rob Rolfe) (PRS), Roughton Leslie Paul Reynolds (Rou Reynolds) (PRS)Editor: Universal Music Publishing Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #2197846 em 03/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM