My love, the drums are calling A red sky, a warning No sense in hiding from the front line It's been here the whole time
I sleep to keep my mind at ease I wander through a dream Of what I once believed No rest until we face the truth And draw it to the light
This is a call to arms Will you embrace me Before it's too late, baby?
Take care of all the love you spend It's wasting to nothing Beware of wolves who hide their teeth They'll take you and leave you
Should I be like a Russian doll? A statue in the cold As empty as a shell Or make a final stand Go back to what we had I'm stepping out from my defenses
This is a call to arms Will you embrace me Before it's too late, baby? This is a call to arms Will you embrace me Before it's too late, baby? This is a call to arms Will you save me? Will you save me?
My love, the drums are calling A red sky, a warning
Compositores: Edward Henry Harcourt Smith (Harcourt Smith Edward Henry Richard), Laura Helena Jansen ECAD: Obra #6162530