Texty: Sense Field. Killed For Less. Voice.

Your's is so distinctive
I can hear it from miles away
And when you speak so clearly

I know what you're going to say
And I want to hear it again
That it's going to be alright

I, I've tried every window
And I'm locked out of my house
Someone left the lights on
I've tried every window

The news travels fast and I'm all packed
Train come, shake my house again
I say goodbye to all my friends

The music travels fast and I'm all packed
Train come, shake my house again
I say goodbye to all my friends

And I know what they are going to say
And I want to hear it again
That it's going to be alright

I, I've tried every window
And I'm locked out of my house
Someone left the lights on
I've tried every window here

The sun is going down
Every window here
The sun is going, going, gone
It's going to be alright, alright, alright, alright now