Subseven. Subseven: The EP. Mayday. Zeneszám

The secret codes that we impose on ourselves
When we know we?re wrong how wrong to right
To day and night I?ve seen all that I care to see and more
He?s waiting, He?s waiting for you
Lost again, my dearest friend
Looks like you?re lost again, my dearest friend
Mayday, mayday, I?m calling on You
I need you here tonight
You?re lost again my dearest friend I hope you find your way back home
May flights of angels, slowly guide you
Slowly guide you home