The Numbers

Bloodshot eyes, painted red, Lucy takes another
Another for her head
Scattered glass, stolen cash, TV anchor covers
The stories of the dead, and she said…
We are the ones, the ones that make up the numbers
We are the ones in the red sky morning
We are the ones, when London sends out the canons
We are the ones who are left with nothing
Rolling smoke bellows out, Charlie takes another
Cowardly attack
In his life he has had no affiliations
To warrant such an act, and he said…
We are the ones, the ones that make up the numbers
We are the ones in the red sky morning
We are the ones, when London sends out the canons
We are the ones who are left with nothing
Oh, in the fanfare girl, in the fanfare girl,
You’re allowed to be free if you want to, if you please…
Laying a wreath on the path, Amy took her brother
A picture of the past
She admits that she wasted their time together
It needlessly elapsed, and she said…
We are the ones, the ones that make up the numbers
We are the ones in the red sky morning
We are the ones, when London sends out the canons
We are the ones who are left with nothing
Oh, in the fanfare girl, in the fanfare girl,
You’re allowed to be free if you want to, if you please…