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 tensions 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 peoples nation

And as our bridges burned to dust
A useless theme was quite enough
I felt as you, one with the night
Someones calling in the night

I start to think, I start to cry
The choice is always mine
But Im too scared to dance (judge? )
But Im too scared to dance (judge? )
But Im too scared to dance (judge? )
But Im 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

Someones calling in the night
Someones calling in the night
Someones calling in the night
Someones calling in the night