Silent Witness – UB40

The tribal sound of marching feet
Cuts through the gloom on cold dark nights
The tired and homeless roam the streets
The sirens wail the engines roar
A shadowed man just glances around
A victim of life`s mindless toil
Lies cold and helpless on the ground

The window dummies silent stare
Bear witness on the nights
If they could move
What it would proved
To see them all take flight

The neon haze of city lights
The tribal sound of marching feet
Cuts through the gloom on cold dark nights


Lyric Silent Witness – UB40