The Alarm
These days he feels replaced
Straight laced and silenced
These graves will dig themselves
Rough stones and static
Are you worried about the alarm
I'm worried about the alarm that keeps ringing
And the victims found on the street
(Circumstance on the circles here?)
We'll keep 'em running
I was fallen around the reaction
Waiting for you to react
Better than dealing with visions
I would rather deal with the facts
There's a problem on Main Street
Beating heart's aching
Knocking down graves and he's eighteen
Spray painting, feel my lungs baking
The nose round the back of Stacey's place
(Hey!) Place (Hey!) He cannot feel his face
(And now they're dreading them all!)
'Cause what was built on the sun is building in the dark
(Shut the door! Lock the doors!)
(Build a fire!)
His game, was set, his march, dissolved
Now I was waiting for the reaction
Waiting for you to react
Better than dealing with visions
I would rather deal with the facts
There's a problem on Main Street
Beating heart's aching
Knocking down graves and he's eighteen
Spray painting, feel my lungs baking, cannot
The nose round the back of Stacey's place
(Hey!) Place (Hey!) He cannot feel his face
(And now they're dreading them all!)
'Cause what was built on the sun is building in the dark
These days he feels replaced
Straight laced and silenced
These graves will dig themselves
Rough stones and static
These days he feels replaced
Straight laced and silenced
These graves will dig themselves
Rough stones and static
Straight laced and silenced
These graves will dig themselves
Rough stones and static
Are you worried about the alarm
I'm worried about the alarm that keeps ringing
And the victims found on the street
(Circumstance on the circles here?)
We'll keep 'em running
I was fallen around the reaction
Waiting for you to react
Better than dealing with visions
I would rather deal with the facts
There's a problem on Main Street
Beating heart's aching
Knocking down graves and he's eighteen
Spray painting, feel my lungs baking
The nose round the back of Stacey's place
(Hey!) Place (Hey!) He cannot feel his face
(And now they're dreading them all!)
'Cause what was built on the sun is building in the dark
(Shut the door! Lock the doors!)
(Build a fire!)
His game, was set, his march, dissolved
Now I was waiting for the reaction
Waiting for you to react
Better than dealing with visions
I would rather deal with the facts
There's a problem on Main Street
Beating heart's aching
Knocking down graves and he's eighteen
Spray painting, feel my lungs baking, cannot
The nose round the back of Stacey's place
(Hey!) Place (Hey!) He cannot feel his face
(And now they're dreading them all!)
'Cause what was built on the sun is building in the dark
These days he feels replaced
Straight laced and silenced
These graves will dig themselves
Rough stones and static
These days he feels replaced
Straight laced and silenced
These graves will dig themselves
Rough stones and static
Credits
Writer(s): William Raybould
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