Besedila: I.M. Legend. Godspeed Jack Ketch. The Mourning Sun.

[Face among the crowd/The Mourning Sun]

The Revolutions started
wont you get it in to your head dear boy
this could be the moment that
you have always waited for
in short you soul survives
on a growing sense of pride
that alcohol and one night stands
never could provide

oh don't you wanna be someone else
not just a face among the crowd
and as you throat gives birth
to a hurricane of words
your lungs give out

Standing there before the building
burning to the ground
the bodies of the fallen
lying all around
your mind gives way
to what might have been
if you had led them there
remember your dreaming

don't you wanna be someone else
not just a face among the crowd
and as your throat gives birth
to a hurricane of words
your lungs give out

why won't you move me
why won't you move me
why won't you move me

Sweet dismay
at your sudden shallow grave
if only you'd awake
before we die
the people they will rise
if only you'd awake



We're all under ground
we're letting the noise leak out
(noise leak out)
but we're all under ground
and we're letting our noise leak out
(they want you now)

They want me
they need me
just like the drugs
they feed on me
(fire) through friction
(hoping) and wishing
You could be someone
I could be missing

Don't you wanna be someone baby
gonna take this town
gonna make it ours then maybe
I'll escape with you to a tired town
where we'll spend or days just lying around
in the hot set sun where we're dying to be free again
Free from them oh

Were all underground
and were letting noise leak out
were all underground
were letting the noise leak out
(noise leak out)

They want me
they need me
just like the drugs
they feed on me
(fire) Through friction
(hoping) and wishing
You could be someone
I could be missing

I see the mourning sun in your eyes
shedding its tears for the few young men about to die
so lets get out of here we'll never turn around
we'll spend our summer nights in the underground
Tell me once more who do you wanna be tomorrow?

I see the mourning sun in your eyes
shedding its tears for the few young men about to die
so lets get out of here we'll never turn around
we'll spend our summer nights in the underground
Tell me once more who do you wanna be tomorrow?