Lyrics
No-one hardly comes here, and i m fading into gray, you separate yourself from me
hold your head down
do you still hear voices that you used to know
do you still feel empty
Do you still hear voices that you used to know, don t you have the urges still of tearing wrong from right
sink or choose to drown
Every street is empty, sink or choose to drown
i have yet to find my way
Hold your head down, soon we re all corrupted Disorder, but like drops of oil on water
roaming round at night
i will fall behind you
as you turn around the bend
Darling veil yourself in dust, you separate yourself from me
hold your head down
Sink or choose to drown, well i know it s not that easy
and i m fading into gray
Don t you have the urges still of tearing wrong from right, i will fall behind you
this town might be doomed to fail
Shiny iron turns to rust, do you still feel empty, barbwire on their fences couldn t keep the fires out
When the present fades to past, every home is still and cold, do you still feel empty
Hold your head down, but like drops of oil on water, as you turn around the bend
Hold your head down, and i m fading into gray
And a hundred thousand voices still defined what we could be, hold your head down Structural, i have yet to find my way
Sink or choose to drown, this town might be doomed to fail, can you still recall how a thousand stones fell from their walls
Do you still feel empty, don t you have the urges still of tearing wrong from right
Sink or choose to drown, sink or choose to drown, and a hundred thousand voices still defined what we could be
hold your head down
Can you still recall how a thousand stones fell from their walls, and i m fading into gray
As you turn around the bend, can you still recall how a thousand stones fell from their walls Disorder, street birds of the night may turn around and fly away
and i m fading into gray
i will fall behind you
Snow has yet to fall, this town might be doomed to fail
When the present fades to past, hold your head down
Can you still recall how a thousand stones fell from their walls, sink or choose to drown
And a hundred thousand voices still defined what we could be, snow has yet to fall
street birds of the night may turn around and fly away
Every home is still and cold, do you still hear voices that you used to know, sink or choose to drown
Hold your head down, when the present fades to past, street birds of the night may turn around and fly away
hold your head down
Hold your head down, roaming round at night Structural, roaming round at night
smoke dew in the morning
sink or choose to drown
Smoke dew in the morning, barbwire on their fences couldn t keep the fires out