[ Featuring Gold, Philippe B. ]
When the siren sounds
We go down the stairs
To our secret room
To our secret room
With our made up names
And our broken strings
We play games of youth
We play games of youth
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
And when the voices come
Through the atmosphere
In our secret room
In our secret room
With our pirate smiles
And our naked bones
We're always in style
We're always in style
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Outside the city glows
Golden yellow electric flows
From our bodies through the wire
And the fire grows higher
As we slowly say the words
The holy prayer we chose
Outside the city glows
Outside the city glows
Outside the city glows
Outside the city glows
Outside the city glows
Outside the city glows
