Letra da Música Bottom Of The 9th de Searching For Satellites

Oh, it looks like the end of the world is happening now
Are you ready for a party baby?
Well lets get down
(Lets dream of harlots and creatures)
Oh, it looks like a good time
And where were you when I
(I see no hope for the future)

Underneath the grace of God
Underneath the grace of God
Drag me beneath the sea, now
Drag me beneath the sea, now

Under the surface, I'm terribly nervous
This room is far too small. (we need no external devils)
This place is a cemetery for the dreams we've banking on
We got a date with the devil
Oh, its a dance with the dead ones
The lust for flesh and all
She found her way home, she found her way home
With little time for precious things

There's no time to make amends
There's no time, there's no time
We gotta move to the sound
Of the screams that are tearing a hole in our lungs
You're moving too slow baby

Where were you, where were you
While the whole world was burning?
I've been just fine
While the whole world was burning

God, damn that pretty face, and the way she looks at me
And where were you when we took your daughter home
And where were you when we let her go?