Last time I heard from you was Christmas, maybe three years ago.
Amongst the tinsel and the wrapping paper you had said hello.
My hand dropped down against my side when I heard you were still alive.

I didn't hear the queen didn't notice when the relatives arrived.
It's not like I wanted to get married and have kids and all that stuff.
I didn't want to much, I wouldn't care so long as we had just enough.
What made you think I'd tie you down? You know, that really isn't me.
I felt so sad as we sat down to dinner by the Christmas tree.

Sirens in the city
The Lamb of God go with thee.
Singing from the same sheet
Marching to the same beat

Another glass of wine, another cracker with a party hat
Another TV film and another fight where I'm the diplomat
Another walk around the town and as the stars come out to shine.
Another glass of wine and then I guess, another glass of wine.

Sirens in the city
The Lamb of God go with thee.
Singing from the same sheet
Marching to the same beat
You call this liberty but I just don't feel free.
And as the rain starts falling,
I hear the sirens calling me.