Letras
They'll come for you in the middle of the night
The way they always do
And when they come for you in the middle of the night
Without alarming you
There's a downward slide on a rugged red heath
You can't believe
Oh, you may be low but nothing is deep
Rival forces draw their firing line
See me through your barret bail eyes in a half dream all the time
But waiting for that odd machine to take us all the way 'round
From a tower so high to the cold hard land
A dreamer wide awake
Holding out for the one who'll take a hand
A critic on stage
And when they come for you in the middle of the night
You'll rage in revelry
Oh, you may be low but nothing is deep
Rival forces draw their firing line
See me through your barret bail eyes in a half dream all the time
But waiting for that odd machine to take us all the way 'round
Rival forces draw their firing line
See me through your barret bail eyes in a half dream all the time
But waiting for that odd machine to take us all the way 'round