Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alarm Call, artist - The Correspondents. Album song Puppet Loosely Strung, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 09.03.2014
Song language: English
Alarm Call |
Where have you gone? |
I am calling on you. |
Your alarm call’s on and I’m coming to your rescue. |
I know exactly what to do |
I make the call and sit by you |
Check your heartbeat against mine |
And mop your brow from time to time. |
Where have you gone? |
I am calling on you. |
Your alarm call’s on and I’m coming to your rescue. |
When I’m the person by your side |
I’m your mentor, I’m your guide. |
Upon me you can rely |
When you’re high and when you’re dry. |
The irony is that my recovery is always slower than yours. |
You’re back on your feet in no time |
When I’m left floored. |
Haunted by the sound of your alarm call. |
Living in fear of your next fall. |
Where have you gone? |
I am calling on you. |
Your alarm call’s on and I’m coming to your rescue. |
I know exactly what to do |
I make the call and sit by you |
Check your heartbeat against mine |
But there’s no trace of it this time. |
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Where have you gone? |
I am calling on you. |
My siren’s on and there’s so many things that I need you to do. |
I never asked when you were here |
Because it seemed so crystal clear |
That it was you who needed me |
That was the way it had to be. |
Where have you gone? |
I am calling on you. |
My siren’s on and there’s so many things that I need you to do. |
Be my mentor, be my guide. |
Show me when to run and when to hide. |
I know you would’ve known just what to do |
With all the things that life could throw at you. |
My siren will remain on for a while. |
Waiting soundproof by a timid little smile. |
I’m still haunted by your alarm call. |
Without the fear of your next fall. |
Where have you gone? |
I am calling on you. |
My siren’s on and there’s so many things that I need you to do. |
So many moods that you could change |
So many thoughts you’d rearrange |
So many rules I know you’d bend |
So all good things will find their end. |
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