Modern English — Someones Calling

Turning 'round as if in flight I sense your breath cut like a knife A thousand shadows all in pain What they fear must be the same The tension's mounting with the tide I see the heat rise to the sky I search the faces for a clue A thousand hate, some laughter too The flames were dancing as the people shouted The streets they were alive as the stage was mounted A thousand cries of jubilation From the throes of this great people's nation And as our bridges burned to dust A useless feeling was quite enough I felt as you run with the night Someone's calling in the night I start to think, I start to cry The choice is always mine But I'm too scared to judge But I'm too scared to judge But I'm too scared to judge But I'm too scared to judge Turning 'round as if in flight I sense your breath cut like a knife A thousand shadows all in pain What they fear must be the same Someone's calling in the night Someone's calling in the night Someone's calling in the night Someone's calling in the night