Mayday کے بول

I can be your fiery fingers when the Mayday comes you can stop my hands from shaking when the Mayday comes and you could tell me anything but how am I meant to know when the Mayday comes? And I would be there whenever you need me to be there And I would be there whenever you need me to be there when the Mayday comes I begin to lose my grip when I act my age shut me up with cabin fever and put me on a wage and if I tell you everything pretend you didn't hear we could lose ourselves in numbers now that Mayday's near No open way no hand to play no need to stay when the Mayday comes And I would be there whenever you need me to be there And I would be there whenever you need me to be there when the Mayday comes when the Mayday comes I'll come...