Wondering
Who will be next
Who will be first
Sadly listening
To the tuneless cry of the wind
There's no one to save
The day
Take your time
Little by
Little I
Glide down
The stream of your silver screen dream
There's no one to save
The day
No one to save
The day
Your army looks torn
And red
Your soldiers look torn
And red
There's no one to save
The day
There's no one to save
The day
Your soldier look torn
And red
Your army looks torn
And red
