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
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