turning 'round as if in flight nI sense your breath cut like a knife na thousand shadows all in pain nwhat they feel (fear?) must be the same nnthe tension's mounting (mounted?) with the tide nI see the heat rise to the sky nI search the faces for a clue na thousand hate(s), some laughter too nnthe flames were dancing as the people shouted nthe streets they were alive as the stage was mounted na thousand cries of jubilation nfrom the throes of this great people's nation nnand as our bridges burned to dust na useless theme was quite enough nI felt as you, one with the night nsomeone's calling in the night nnI start to think, I start to cry nthe choice is always mine nbut I'm too scared to dance (judge?) nbut I'm too scared to dance (judge?) nbut I'm too scared to dance (judge?) nbut I'm too scared to dance (judge?) nnturning 'round as if in flight nI sense your breath cut like a knife na thousand shadows all in pain nwhat they feel (fear?) must be the same nnsomeone's calling in the night nsomeone's calling in the night nsomeone's calling in the night nsomeone's calling in the night