Letras:
Serj Tankian

: London callin', and speak the slang now Boys say, "Wha-gwan", girls say, "Wha-what" London callin', and speak the slang now Boys say, "Wha-gwan", girls

I fear that we'll miss Thy miracles of bliss Or that we'll misinterpret Thy meaning of Christmas How obvious can You be? We're too worldly to see How

Well, I, I, wanna fly, fly On the wings, wings of summer But you, you put your eyes You put your eyes on mine Go, perfect your fall And no matter what

I want to die for your (plural) terror I want to die for your fear I want to die for your life I want to die for your life I want to die for your terror

I can feel you far away Your hesitation matching mine Sadness left me far away Your contemplation turn to wine An old man stares at me In mutual bizarre

Verse 1: Yes voch antum em, voch el taragir Unem hangrvan, unem otevan Azat Hayreniq, yerjanik yerkir Yerjanik, yerjanik yerkir Chorus 1: Bari aragil

The love that you bring You bring me alone The pain that you give Gives me a home Do you wanna stay by my side? Do you want me to turn and hide? We are

Money, all for money Make your money, hide your money Stuff your money, hump your money Save your money, all for money Waning patience, people's appetite

Your empty walls, your empty walls Pretentious adventures, dismissive apprehension Don't waste your time on coffins today When we decline from the confines