I've never been a poet or
Or a doctor
As I see my reflection in a rain filled rooftop skylight
It makes me wonder
It takes a
Tragedy to a great man
Before I could ask myself
What have a got to show?
Question without an answer
I don't know
White washed corridors
Ain't done me no good
But at least they're helping you
We've all patiently waited before
But it didn't come too much and it makes me wonder
Tragedy to a great man
Before I could ask myself
What have a got to show?
Question without an answer
I don't know
Siren sounds are critical
Is what it takes before the fall?
Curtain twitches cynical
Moments everyone waits for
I'm not going under
These sirens, these sirens
These sirens, these sirens
I'm not going under