Robot Command Centre
Dark Captain Light Captain
If you turn
Into something like a robot, we
Will all be proud
With your metal arms
Your metal arms they make me feel like I
Live my life
Too fast
You push yourself too hard
Now you're quieter than a Sunday
Your armies will not march
Now you're quieter than a Sunday
How (are) we meant to feel
If networks have gone down
Ceremony's over
cnd the buildings out of bounds
How (are) we meant to feel
If the sunlight hurts our eyes
Were walking in a straight line
cnd it always leaves us dry
You push yourself too hard
Now you're quieter than a Sunday
Your armies will not march
Now you're quieter than a Sunday
You push yourself too hard
Now you're quieter than a Sunday
Your armies will not march