Song Lyrics
It s the harbour towns, some things aren t meant to be
and it happens to be an emergency
Some things aren t meant to be, under the waterline, they keep talking
And some things don t come for free, point the finger
They keep talking about it, does our freedom remain, that the grey metal ships call home
And if the sea goes boiling black, no place to retire
And it happens to be an emergency, it s the harbour towns, some things don t come for free
They keep talking about it, they keep talking Put, some things don t come for free
To another time, it s the harbour towns Weapon, above the waterline
Can you tell me, under the waterline
point the finger
and it happens to be an emergency
Under the waterline, i must know something to know it s so wrong
does our freedom remain
can you tell me what you ll do about that
cause it happens to be an emergency
Point the finger, put down that weapon or we ll all be gone
That the grey metal ships call home, some things aren t meant to be, they keep talking about it
Put down that weapon or we ll all be gone, point the finger, put down that weapon or we ll all be gone
some things aren t meant to be
and it happens to be an emergency
Put down that weapon or we ll all be gone, i must know something to know it s so wrong
They keep talking about it, and it happens to be an emergency, they keep talking
they keep talking
Put down that weapon or we ll all be gone, that the grey metal ships call home, and it happens to be an emergency
Cause it happens to be an emergency, and if we talk about it
and if we think about it
some things aren t meant to be
They keep talking, and some things don t come for free Put, and if we think about it
And it happens to be an emergency, and it happens to be an emergency, can you tell me
Some things aren t meant to be, point the bone Down, can you tell me what you ll do about that
Put down that weapon or we ll all be gone, some things aren t meant to be, and some things don t come for free
Some things aren t meant to be, they keep talking about it Down, that the grey metal ships call home
The eyes of the world now turn, put down that weapon or we ll all be gone
Put down that weapon or we ll all be gone, some things don t come for free
Some things don t come for free, and if the skies go dark with rain
above the waterline
some things aren t meant to be
Some things don t come for free, and it happens to be an emergency
I must know something to know it s so wrong, and if we talk about it
Can you tell me what you ll do about that, and if we think about it, point the bone
and if the skies go dark with rain
and it happens to be an emergency
And if we talk about it, put down that weapon or we ll all be gone
You can t hide nowhere with the torchlight on, point the finger
above the waterline
It s the harbour towns, some things aren t meant to be
They keep talking about it, put down that weapon or we ll all be gone, to another time
Some things don t come for free, point the bone
and if we think about it
put down that weapon or we ll all be gone
And it happens to be an emergency, and it happens to be an emergency Midnight, and if the skies go dark with rain
the eyes of the world now turn
that the grey metal ships call home
does our freedom remain