The satellites are raining down
On the international room
There′s nothing secret
Nothing sacred anymore
All the soldiers of the world
Are turning history around
They're with me now
They′re breaking down the door
One mother's daughter's seen her brother
Taken to the shadow lines
Now she′s waiting
For six soldiers to return
And another mother′s daughter's down
On channel 21
She′s opened up her life
To let it burn
Pictures in a room
Can't take it anymore
And I can′t sing
The pains of hope
In a torn world
And the company say
Give us more of these
Big songs of hope and cheer
Hits and hooks
And riffs that shine as new
As the refugees come in line to die
Miles across the snow
And there's nothing
That this stunning world can do
Pictures in a room
Can′t take it anymore
And I can't sing
The pains of hope
In a torn world
Pictures in a room
Somebody help me please
'Cause I can′t sing
The pains of hope
In a strange place
The satellites are raining down
On a Sunday afternoon
She′s open for
The world to take it all
Where we face our sweetest demons
In our age of flesh and love
She's aching at
The stations of the fall
Pictures in a room
Can′t take it anymore
And I can't sing
The pains of hope
In a torn world
Pictures in a room
Somebody help me please
′Cause I can't sing
The pains of hope
In a strange place
The satellites are raining down
Writer(s): Calum Macdonald, Rory Macdonald Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
