No One Songtext
von Federico Aubele

Wandering
Who will be next?
Who will be first?
Sadly listening
To the tuneless cry of the wind

There′s no one to save the day
There's no one to save the day


Take your time
Little eye, little eye
Glide down
A stream of your silverscreen dreams

There′s no one to save the day
There's no one to save the day

Your soldiers look tall and red
Your army looks tall and red
Your soldiers look tall and red
Your army looks tall and red

There's no one to save the day
There′s no one to save the day