Where are all the others?
What happened to our scene?
The fire must be rekindled
In this cold dying stream
Maybe all we need is providence
Or the help of a higher hand
Maybe I am just too naive
Maybe it s just you and me
I am calling you out on a Saturday night
I m up in arms, shake 9 to 5
And your cross to bear , tonight is the night
You leave your lair
Make turbulence! Turbulence!
We will do the rounds, till morning light
It s rip or tear on the merry go round
Merry go round!
Come out of the shadow
It s time to get back on your feet
The fire must be rekindled
In this cold dying scene
Maybe it all reached its peak
Or it was already weak
Maybe it s all I can see
Maybe it s just me who will bleed
I ll save you from the spell
And your private hell
Certain promises await in the night
I am calling you out
I am calling you out
I am calling you out
I am calling you out on a Saturday night
I m up in arms, shake 9 to 5
I m up in arms again
I m not the only one
Let s make the final move
Forget the turning back
The turning back
