Sebastien Grainger
Sebastien Grainger
Sebastien Grainger
Sebastien Grainger
Sebastien Grainger
Sebastien Grainger
Sebastien Grainger
Sebastien Grainger
Sebastien Grainger
Sebastien Grainger
Well, we're waiting for the midnight phone call
To tell us that it's gonna be okay
If it's not okay then who can we turn to?
If it's not okay then who can we trust?
Well, there's no good reason
To settle this on him
Well, if those aren't fighting words
Then I don't know who I hit
Who do we care for?
Who do we make our friends?
Who do we turn to?
Who do we make our friends?
Keep your eye on the burning car
Keep your ear to the street
If the fire should burn through the basement
Oh, I will feel the heat
Well, there's no more smoke in the backyard
No more smoke on glass
Oh, the fire, oh, oh
Who do we care for?
Who do we make our friends?
Who do we turn to?
Who do we make our friends?
Who do we care for?
Who do we make our friends?
Who do we turn to?
Who do we make our friends?