It's another celebration.
This one's just not like all the rest.
An excuse to end this year.
I'm looking forward, for the weekend,
Cause so far there's nothing here.

Chorus:
Give me a signal.
You're not waking the dead.
Scream louder than ever,
While your friends turn their heads.
They're talking about you,
But you haven't heard what they've said.
You haven't heard a word they've said.

You can't sleep.
You just think ahead, to the morning after.
The others think about the night before.
No more conversations, late night talks,
They're not coming over, anytime, anymore.

Give me a signal.
You're not waking the dead.
Scream louder than ever,
While your friends turn their heads.
They're talking about you,
But you haven't heard what they've said.
You haven't heard a word they've said.

But we know, where our true friends lie, And it's not here.

But we know, where our true friends lie, And it's not here.

Give me a signal.
You're not waking the dead.
Scream louder than ever,
While your friends turn their heads.
They're talking about you,
But you haven't heard what they've said.
You haven't heard a word they've said.