- Crack Upon the Ground
Sitting on a bench so stiff, a crack beneath my feet,
Journeys across a path to walk, a path made of concrete.
Destiny plays a wondrous game should these feet ever greet
To know a crack upon the ground could make a match so sweet.
Dodge and twist through cluttered ground, find someone else to meet,
Ending upon a pair of shoes inside a pair of feet.
What's in store should I ignore and look the other way?
Nothing more, the same old boring each and every day.
Letras
- Bag Of Tricks
Cloud Of Sound
Crack Upon the Ground
Fibber
Forgive Me First
Here Goes Nothing
Hero's Dose
Hypo
If She Could
In Line
Living Proof
Lull
Meet The Gang
Mourning Glory
No One's Home
Original Sin
Rubbed Raw
Should
Skinny Bones Jones
Slaughter House
Speak Up
The Peace Price
To And Fro
Water
What You Wanna Do
Work Horse
