Did you hear the shots ring out this morning Blended echoes in our minds Leaving messages of terror on the streets These sounds are postcards sent from hell When the night comes we can hide behind these walls, from the administration of despair Reach out to me, and I won't let you go, no I won't let you go This is a sweet but bloodstained carol Made of poison, love and fear To the police and friends, sons, murderers and thieves Will we, will we ever be alright When the night comes we can hide behind these walls, from the administration of despair Reach out to me, and I won't let you go, no I won't let you go When the night comes we can hide behind these walls, from the administration of despair Reach out to me, and I won't let you go, no I won't let you go When the night comes we can hide behind these walls, from the administration of despair Reach out to me, and I won't let you go, no I won't let you go