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