Gunshot - Pamela Hute

Wake Up

Can you feel the world outside

Can you see me writing postcards

While the sun is bright

In bed

You were staring at the window

You could hear me fall low

There’s a gun shot outside

In the papers, you never saw his face

And maybe it’s a nightmare

Anyway, it’s too late

In the papers, you never saw his face

And maybe it’s a nightmare

Anyway, it’s too late

Stand up

Cause the world is still humming

It could be a beginning

As the sun still shines

In bed

You’re still staring at that window

And your ears are ringing low

There’s a gun shot outside

In the papers, you never saw his face

And maybe it’s a nightmare

Anyway, it’s too late

In the papers, you never saw his face

And maybe it’s a nightmare

Anyway, it’s too late

Wake up