Oh woah.
Oh woah.
Oh woah.
Oh woah.

Looking to the lonely telegram, I crept into your room.
Listen to the breathing voices of the ones around the tomb.
The radio is playing, but I can't hear them sing.
The people all explaining, but they don't know a thing.

Give me a sign, give me a sign.
I wanna die tonight.

They say that London sounds like the city of red.
All the prisoners wait for their turn to be dead.
Oh you don't love me.
You don't love me like you say you do.

I can take a picture, you can be a picture.
Stitched into the fading black.
I can take you home, or you can be at home.
We'll never look on back.
The radio is playing, but I can't hear them sing.
The people all explaining, but they don't know a thing.

Give me a sign, give me a sign.
I wanna die tonight.

They say that London sounds like the city of red.
All the prisoners wait for their turn to be dead.
Oh you don't love me.
You don't love me like you say you do.

Oh, London sounds like the city of red.
All the prisoners wait for their turn to be dead.
And I, don't want, to die.
No I, don't want, to die.
Tonight. [bad word] out, I'm waiting on your front porch.
You came in through the back door.
And we drift along the flooded sea of muddy waters.
Clouds above us, crying.
Tears of sins all dying.
We're begging for a reason.

Oh woah.
Oh woah.
Oh woah.
Oh woah.
 [bad word] out, I'm waiting on your front porch.
You came in through the back door.
We drift along the 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.
Belief in how we're living.
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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