Babylon Calls

The midday sun turns to grey
And the clouds part ways
A crooked finger points forth
Is it me that you want
Is it me that you want
Can it be me
Or is it a dream

Like a cyclone with a witches kiss
A fairy tale climax with a wicked twist
A sonic nightmare, a neon vision
A smouldering wreckage from a head on collision

Babylon calls
Like nothing that you've heard before
Babylon calls
Knocking at your window, tearing down your door

A whisky chaser with a lethal kick
A cyanide supper with a garlic dip
A missile locked on a path of destruction
Another lost soul is up for abduction

Babylon calls
Like nothing that you've heard before
Babylon calls
Knocking at your windows, tearing down your doors
Babylon calls
With the terror of a lion's roar
Babylon calls
Til you resist the call no more
Babylon calls

You can run but there's nowhere to hide
The next encounter's on the other side
You passed judgement on my resolution
There's no pardon, no retribution

Babylon calls
Like nothing that you've heard before
Babylon calls
Knocking at your windows, tearing down your doors
Babylon calls
With the terror of a lion's roar
Babylon calls
Til you resist the call no more
Babylon calls



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Billington
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