Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Choirboys
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Brett Williams
Композитор
Ian Hulme
Композитор
Lindsay Tebbutt
Композитор
Marc Tanner
Композитор
Mark Gable
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Choirboys
Продюсер
Слова
Standing with your back to the ocean
Is this the final curtain call?
Still trying to make a deal with the sunshine
It's over, it's over
Once bigger than both of me
But now your image is fading
Hands start shaking
Looks like we've run out of time
Tonight is the night our empire falls
With the sword at your throat
Your blood runs cold
I know that tonight is the night our empire falls
Fighting by the heat of the moment
Walls are crashing to the ground
Burning from the bridge to the lighthouse
She's dying, she's dying
Who will rule this empire?
But now your image is fading
Your hands start shaking
Looks like we've run out of time
Tonight is the night our empire falls
With the sword at your throat
Your blood runs cold
I know that tonight is the night our empire falls
Stuck in the middle and it cuts your heart up
You're in the middle and it cuts your heart up
You had your glory
You had your glory
Now it's a matter of time
Standing with your back to the ocean
Is this the final curtain call?
Trying to make a deal with the sunshine
Tonight is the night our empire falls
With the sword at your throat
Your blood runs cold
I know that tonight is the night our empire falls
Well you once had a dream
That was like gold
Gold that would die at your side
If you just said so
I know that tonight is the night our empire falls
Written by: Brett Williams, Ian Hulme, Lindsay Tebbutt, Marc Tanner, Mark Gable

