Snow Patrol - Called Out In the Dark Lyrics
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Called Out In the Dark
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What Are The Lyrics For Called Out In the Dark By Snow Patrol?
It's like we just can't help ourselves
Cause we don't know how to back down We were called out to the streets We were called out to the towns, how the heavens they opened up Like arms of dazzling gold With our rain-washed histories well we do not need to be told Show me now Show me the arms aloft Every eye , trained on a different star This my chick This drunken semaphore, and I We are listening And we're not blind This is your life, this your time We are listening, and were not blind This is your life, this is your time I was called out in the dark By a choir of beautiful heat And as the kids took back the parks You and I were left with the streets Show me now Show me the arms aloft Every eye, trained on a different star This my chick This drunken semaphore And I, we are listening And we're not blind This Is your life This is your time We are listening And we're not blind This is your life This is your time We are listening And we're not blind This is your life, this is your time We are listening And we're not blind This is your life, this is your time |
Who Wrote Called Out In the Dark By Snow Patrol?
Garret Jacknife Lee, Gary Lightbody, Jonathan Graham Quinn, Nathan Connolly, Paul Wilson, Tom Simpson
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What's The Duration Of The Called Out In the Dark By Snow Patrol?The duration of Called Out In the Dark is 4:01 minutes and seconds. |
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