Bryan DeSilva - Wake the Dead Lyrics

Whistle in the wind on a summer night with a heat so thick it hums
Feel a ragged rhythm inside my chest, it's beating like a kettle drum
Gonna lift the latch, fling open the curtain, raise my chest and lift my head
Suck the boiling air deep into my lungs, let out a cry that could wake the dead

I wanna wake the dead
I'm gonna disturb the beast, shake the part of me that's sleeping and wake the dead
I'm ready to wake the dead

Baby tried hard to tame my mess, gave me a roof, three meals, four walls
Said that only he could love me best, but now baby's been a long time gone
Now demons are only angels with slightly cuter shoes
And my demons are not remotely conquered, they've only been barely subdued

I wanna wake the dead
I'm gonna disturb the beast, shake the part of me that's sleeping and wake the dead
I'm ready to wake the dead

Heard the siren call of the open air, and now I feel it's time to choose
If I run I might not be sure to win, but if I stay I'm bound to lose

I'm gonna light a match
Set off a holy fire
And wake the dead
I'm gonna disturb the beast, shake the part of me that's sleeping and wake the dead
I'm ready to wake the dead

Whistle in the wind on a summer night in a heat so thick it hums
Feel a ragged rhythm inside my chest, it's beating like a god damn drum