Torna-se claro apenas quando acontece

"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 into the towns

And how the heavens, they opened up

Like arms of dazzling Gold

With our rainwashed histories

Well they do not need to be told

Show me now, show me the arms aloft

Every eye trained on a different star

This magic

This drunken semaphore

I

We are listening and

We're not blind

This is your life, this is your time"

Called Out In The Dark

Snow Patrol