Look into the lonely telegraph
That crept into your room
Listen to the the bleeding 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 want to die tonight.
They say that London sounds
Like a city of red
All the prisoners waiting
For a turn to be dead
Oh you don't love me
You don't love me like you say you do
Oh I can take a picture
You can be a picture
Stitched into the fading black
Oh I can take you home
Now you can be at home
And 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 want to die tonight
They say that London sounds
Like a city of red
All the prisoners waiting
For a turn to be dead
And 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 waiting
For a turn to be dead
AND I don't want to die...
No I don't want to die... tonight
Come out I'm waiting at
Your front porch
You came in from the back door
We drift along this flooded
Sea of muddy waters
Clouds above us crying
Tears of sins all dying
We're begging for a reason
Oh.oh ohhh.
Oh.oh.ohhh.
Ohh.ohh.ohhhh
Now come out I'm waiting at
Your front porch
You came in from the back door
We drift along this 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
Believe in how we're living
A 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 sky

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