As performed by bob mould As interpreted by matthew savoie
Is it a crime, to want to show your soul We've wasted our time, another black hole This guide is not even lost, not even sure Now find the disease or the cure
Has life lost all it's glory and wonder Sad tales are told again and again Sleep toss and turn my old bed What a tale, again and again
Now all the stories of the world could fit in a building In a building high and wide Well it's filed under headdings That no one's quite sure of But lord knows that everyone tried
When the pen meets the paper When the mind, it begins to stray How a sould can lose it's will to explain Oh explain, again and again Day after day, day after day, day after day.
Oh-- oh-- no no no...
We all cry once in a while It doesn't fit well with your smile But then are those tears, are they for real Again and again it's how you feel
If I was losing life, when picked from the ground A nice arrangement for the occation But when flowers when moved from place to place Lose all meaning, dislocation, dislocation Mmmmmm oh ah--- no now...
When a sleepless night A flame attempts to spark us all We might burn, candle light A waste of time, another dead soul If these walls around my soul could talk The words would lose importance Within these walls I hold So hear these words
We all want to leave a mark somewhere With those of us who feign to care If all fortune it's times we find a way To build up these walls in time, to build up these walls in time.
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