one spot on an empty canvas one chair in an empty room no place for a revolution no hope if the signs are true we stand at the edge of something will we ever know what it is hold on cause the wind is rising and we can t get away from it were in shock from the failed emotion no cause in a shadow land we sing while the city s burning no room no escape no plan we all never thought it would end this way and we need a hero to save us from ourselves we need a hero to save us from ourselves save us from ourselves save us from our fear when the sirens wail we need a hero here  we hide on our knees in silence maybe god doesn t hear at all and the wait overtakes the violence and we watch as the giants fall we re not gonna let it end this way and we need a hero to save us from ourselves we need a hero to save us from ourselves save us from ourselves save us from our fear when the sirens wail we need a hero here save us form ourselves save us from our fear when the sirens wail we need a hero here save us from ourselves save us from our fear when the sirens wail we need a hero here save us from ourselves save us from our fear when the sirens wail we need a hero save us save us from ourselves save us from ourselves 