Cut the ropes, cut the ropes, cut this empty road,
Unplug this factory town,
I'll take my compass down.
Departure boards, double doors, humming exit signs,
The tracks and railway lines, god, I miss your style.
Get up, get out
It's no good now.
Light that lighthouse light,
Through telescopic sight, I'm sailing home tonight.
Are we going to make this last?
I think I spoiled it all last night, and for what?!
We float like spectres on the corner of the street,
'Til we find our way back home.
Emergency! Emergency! Emergency!
Cut the ropes, cut the ropes, cut this empty pulse,
Replace its hollow sound,
I'll take my compass down.
Get up, get out
It's no good now.
You are out of sight, I want you here tonight.
Are we going to make this last?
I think I blew it, there's a surprise!
We float like spectres on the corner of the street,
'Til we find our way back home.
Do you remember the lives we stole from songs?
We float like spectres on the corner of the street,
We lost our way back home.
Emergency! Emergency! Emergency!
