Текст песни Calling You Out

Where are all the others? What happened to our scene? The fire must be rekindled In this cold dying stream Maybe all we need is providence Or the help of a higher hand Maybe I am just too naive Maybe it s just you and me I am calling you out on a Saturday night I m up in arms, shake 9 to 5 And your cross to bear , tonight is the night You leave your lair Make turbulence! Turbulence! We will do the rounds, till morning light It s rip or tear on the merry go round Merry go round! Come out of the shadow It s time to get back on your feet The fire must be rekindled In this cold dying scene Maybe it all reached its peak Or it was already weak Maybe it s all I can see Maybe it s just me who will bleed I ll save you from the spell And your private hell Certain promises await in the night I am calling you out I am calling you out I am calling you out I am calling you out on a Saturday night I m up in arms, shake 9 to 5 I m up in arms again I m not the only one Let s make the final move Forget the turning back The turning back