Video musical
Créditos
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Crabtree
Songwriter
Adam Whittaker
Songwriter
Alex Waite
Songwriter
Theo Fieldhouse
Songwriter
Letra
There's fighting in the streets
There's writing on the walls
There's a city burning
And we can see it all
The angry mob's in the square
And they ain't going home
And here we are surrounded by this endless chaos, all alone
It's not, to say, that we weren't trapped here either way
Who's right, who's wrong, there's something eerie going on
Panic on the news
You've got to stay indoors
Rules are for safety of the population, including yours
And nobody can come, and nobody can leave
They'll watch every move you make, every step you take every breath you breathe
It's not, to say, that we weren't trapped here either way
Who's right, who's wrong, there's something eerie going on
Time's up, truth's out, gather round and hear what it's all about
I won't sit through this no-more
We'll get through the night
We'll get through the night
We'll get through the night
We'll get through the night
We'll get through the night
We'll get through the night
We'll get through the night
We'll get through the night
We'll get through the night
We'll get through the night
We'll get through the night
We'll get through the night
We'll get through the night
We'll get through the night
We'll get through the night
We'll get through the night
It's not, to say, that we weren't trapped here either way
Who's right, who's wrong, there's something eerie going on
Time's up, truth's out, gather round and hear what it's all about
I won't sit through this no-more
Writer(s): Alex Waite, Adam Whittaker, Theo Fieldhouse, Jack Crabtree
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