Besedila: Tom McRae. The Alphabet Of Hurricanes. Out Of The Walls.

Wake up, love
Think I?ve lost control
The shadows are on the march
I can?t fight them all
?Cause they come out of the walls
They come out of the walls

And take me down, love
Down, love
Down to the ground
Down to the ground

Wake up, love
Bring the candles raise up the torch
Pour water in the ink of night
Wash this darkness from my thoughts
?Cause it comes out of the walls
It comes out of the walls

And takes me down, love
Down, love
Down to the ground
Down to the ground

Wake up love
Think I?ve lost control
The shadows are on the march
And I can?t fight them all