Where are all the others?   What happened to our scene?   The fire must be rekindled   In this cold dying stream      Maybe all we need is providence   Or the help of a higher hand   Maybe I am just too naive   Maybe it's just you and me      I am calling you out on a Saturday night   I'm up in arms, shake 9 to 5   And your cross to bear, tonight is the night   You leave your lair      Make turbulence! Turbulence!   We will do the rounds, till morning light   It's rip or tear on the merry go round   Merry go round!      Come out of the shadow   It s time to get back on your feet   The fire must be rekindled   In this cold dying scene      Maybe it all reached it's peak   Or it was already weak   Maybe it s all I can see   Maybe it's just me who will bleed      I'll save you from the spell   And your private hell   Certain promises await in the night      I am calling you out   I am calling you out   I am calling you out   I am calling you out on a Saturday night   I'm up in arms, shake 9 to 5   I'm up in arms again   I'm not the only one   Let s make the final move   Forget the turning back   The turning back