Lyrics
We run for the hills
We run like fools
Our city is aflame
The bells ringing
The bells ringing
Devastation has come
Left in a station with a note upon
Now there's never any place
Never any place to put my feet back down
No, there's never anywhere
Scene is rolled away, lights are taken down
On a newspapers stand
Any feeble branch to put my weight upon
Well, I lie to myself
Anywhere I dare to put my feet back down
Who'll find a cab
In the pouring rain?
Who'll find a vein
To put the needle in?
Who hears that voice
That's like bells ringing?
How will I know you?
How will I know you?
How will I know you?
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