Besedila: Subseven. Mayday.

The secret codes that we impose on ourselves
When we know we're wrong, from wrong to right
From day to night I've seen all that I care to see and more

He's waiting, waiting for you

Mayday, Mayday
I'm calling on you I need you here tonight
Mayday, Mayday
I'm calling on you I need you here tonight

You're lost again my dearest friend
I know you find your way back

Mayday, Mayday
I'm calling on you I need you here tonight
Mayday, Mayday
I'm calling on you I need you here tonight

He's waiting, He's waiting for you

May flights of angels
Slowly guide you, slowly guide you home
May flights of angels
Slowly guide you, slowly guide you home

Mayday, Mayday
I'm calling on you I need you here tonight