I can be your fiery fingers
when the Mayday comes
you can stop my hands from shaking
when the Mayday comes
and you could tell me anything
but how am I meant to know
when the Mayday comes?

And I would be there
whenever you need me to be there
And I would be there
whenever you need me to be there
when the Mayday comes

I begin to lose my grip
when I act my age
shut me up with cabin fever
and put me on a wage
and if I tell you everything
pretend you didn't hear
we could lose ourselves in numbers
now that Mayday's near

No open way
no hand to play
no need to stay
when the Mayday comes

And I would be there
whenever you need me to be there
And I would be there
whenever you need me to be there
when the Mayday comes
when the Mayday comes
I'll come...