Somebody call my name,
Call it out in another way,
Do what you must,
Get through the day.
If there's a clouded rage,
Hidden here in a hooded face,
Do what you must,
To get through the day.
Shout it shout it out, shout it out,
Do what you must.
I've worn the mournful vail,
With the dog at the door and the Sunday failure,
In the night,
A dream of grey.
There are a million ways,
To live with the grief of the unexplained,
Do what you must,
Get through the day.
Shout it shout it out, shout it out,
Do what you must.
So dolly where's that sting?
We'll live through this sadness and sing to the hymn,
Through all the dust the stone the rain,
We'll get through the day.
The bells the organ drone,
The soot black stone, the tower, the flag on the pole,
Do what you must,
Get through the day.
Shout it shout it out, shout it out,
Do what you must.
You can't face the morning,
Without the help of the night.
You can't face the morning,
Without the help of the night.
You can't face the morning,
Without the help of the night.
You can't face the future,
Without knowing what's left behind...