Undercover Songtext
von Firestations

We won′t crack those smiles this time
We just leave ourselves wide open
It's only a hundred seconds to midnight
But we′re still leaving words unspoken

Where is the joy? Is it over?
Where is the joy? Still undercover


Is it the creeping dread
That keeps you in your bed
The shadow walking past
The hunter in the grass
These hours are not real
And the seconds will reveal
Anything we need
Anything at all

Where is the joy? Is it over?
Where is the joy? Still undercover

Where is the joy? Is it over?
Where is the joy? Still undercover
Where is the joy? Is it over?
Where is the joy? Still undercover