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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