| Tuesday |
|---|
| We stand |
| Waiting for the call |
| And I’ve got nothing to explain |
| They’ve stopped |
| Nesting in the rooftops |
| They’ve stopped |
| Nesting above the wall |
| We’ll start again |
| With copes and fears |
| Blood in the palm |
| We are still waiting here |
| And these stairs |
| Mean nothing to me now |
| And this floor |
| Means nothing to me now |
| There’s no room for us here |
| In all this emptiness |
| We gotta run dear |
| We gotta run dear |
| Dear heart of mine |
| We gotta go |
| There’s a break in the rain |
| So grab your guitars |
| It’ll happen before you understand |
| They won’t |
| Wake until the morning |
| They won’t |
| Wake until the dawn |
| He’s been and gone |
| Another bloody waste |
| Crows at the door |
| Long before we could make it |
| They’ve stopped |
| Nesting in the rooftops |
| They’ve stopped |
| Nesting above the wall |
| There’s no room for us here |
| In all this emptiness |
| We gotta run dear |
| We gotta run dear |
| Dear heart of mine |
| We gotta go |
