Song | Sirens - Original Mix |
Artist | Skytech |
Album | Armada Top 15 - June 2011 |
He couldn’t get out of bed in the morning | |
He thought it was just a drag | |
So into his hollow mind he was calling, into his hollow mind | |
March on you fools and keep the line | |
March on you fools don’t fall behind | |
From the distance through the silence | |
If you listen you hear sirens | |
Outside my window they walk in a line | |
Asking no questions and reading no signs | |
Where there is smoke there might be fire | |
No kiss goodnight | |
From the distance through the silence | |
If you listen you hear sirens | |
Outside my window they walk in a line | |
Asking no questions and reading no signs | |
They built a wall for me | |
What will life ever be but blue light from the screen | |
What will life ever be but fake | |
Wall of silence | |
Silent is the night | |
March on you fools and keep the line | |
March on you fools don’t fall behind | |
I see the | |
Columbine clouds on the sky | |
Passing above me they drift through the night | |
They built this world you see and made me enemies | |
Beside the dull routines what will life ever be but waste |
He couldn' t get out of bed in the morning | |
He thought it was just a drag | |
So into his hollow mind he was calling, into his hollow mind | |
March on you fools and keep the line | |
March on you fools don' t fall behind | |
From the distance through the silence | |
If you listen you hear sirens | |
Outside my window they walk in a line | |
Asking no questions and reading no signs | |
Where there is smoke there might be fire | |
No kiss goodnight | |
From the distance through the silence | |
If you listen you hear sirens | |
Outside my window they walk in a line | |
Asking no questions and reading no signs | |
They built a wall for me | |
What will life ever be but blue light from the screen | |
What will life ever be but fake | |
Wall of silence | |
Silent is the night | |
March on you fools and keep the line | |
March on you fools don' t fall behind | |
I see the | |
Columbine clouds on the sky | |
Passing above me they drift through the night | |
They built this world you see and made me enemies | |
Beside the dull routines what will life ever be but waste |