Lyric Listen To The Sirens
"Flow my tears" the new police song
The slogan of peace is "you must live"
They ve got me and I m one of them
Cancel: "silence" they screamed for days
"We ve been here before, we won t stay"
They can die, they can just turn off
Some vehicle moves in circles
Some people need the heroes
But I don t mind
I don t mind
Please listen to the sirens
We don t wish to be your friends
Please listen to the sirens
We won t ever call again
Mister Webb there is no way out
Love this room, please don t fight your walls
Can you see I m wasting your time
A streetcar s rusting unseen
Music hall s empty like me
But I don t care
I don t care
Please listen to the sirens
We don t wish to be your friends
Please listen to the sirens
We won t ever call again
If I could stay here for now
With someone just a bit like you
"Oh, no"
Maybe I would dream again
Of someone just a bit like you
"S pose so"
Station boys keep their hands on steel
Tubeway days now seem quite unreal
It s always so close but never quite arrives
My face is like an old film, shaky
There s nothing through my window, oh my
No photo by my bedside, black/white
No image in my mirror, bye bye
The slogan of peace is "you must live"
They ve got me and I m one of them
Cancel: "silence" they screamed for days
"We ve been here before, we won t stay"
They can die, they can just turn off
Some vehicle moves in circles
Some people need the heroes
But I don t mind
I don t mind
Please listen to the sirens
We don t wish to be your friends
Please listen to the sirens
We won t ever call again
Mister Webb there is no way out
Love this room, please don t fight your walls
Can you see I m wasting your time
A streetcar s rusting unseen
Music hall s empty like me
But I don t care
I don t care
Please listen to the sirens
We don t wish to be your friends
Please listen to the sirens
We won t ever call again
If I could stay here for now
With someone just a bit like you
"Oh, no"
Maybe I would dream again
Of someone just a bit like you
"S pose so"
Station boys keep their hands on steel
Tubeway days now seem quite unreal
It s always so close but never quite arrives
My face is like an old film, shaky
There s nothing through my window, oh my
No photo by my bedside, black/white
No image in my mirror, bye bye