Song | We're a Crowd |
Artist | The Twang |
Album | We're a Crowd |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Something’s not right today | |
Gonna try and walk it off | |
Through shattered window panes | |
I can hear the people talking | |
No smiles and no hellos | |
And no one seems to know the answer why this city’s sick | |
And the bus is full of people leaving | |
I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
And I aint too scared to face you | |
I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
And I aint too scared to face you | |
This is our town and we live here | |
This is our town and we’re a crowd | |
A ripped up coat there lay | |
On a patch of land where children play | |
They’re probably tucked up safe | |
But I worry for the story | |
No smiles and no hellos | |
And no one seems to know the time in which the tide will turn | |
And we can bathe in glory | |
I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
And I aint too scared to face you | |
I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
And I aint too scared to face you | |
This is our town and we live here | |
This is our town and we’re a crowd | |
It aint yours, it aint mine, this is our town |
Something' s not right today | |
Gonna try and walk it off | |
Through shattered window panes | |
I can hear the people talking | |
No smiles and no hellos | |
And no one seems to know the answer why this city' s sick | |
And the bus is full of people leaving | |
I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
And I aint too scared to face you | |
I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
And I aint too scared to face you | |
This is our town and we live here | |
This is our town and we' re a crowd | |
A ripped up coat there lay | |
On a patch of land where children play | |
They' re probably tucked up safe | |
But I worry for the story | |
No smiles and no hellos | |
And no one seems to know the time in which the tide will turn | |
And we can bathe in glory | |
I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
And I aint too scared to face you | |
I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
And I aint too scared to face you | |
This is our town and we live here | |
This is our town and we' re a crowd | |
It aint yours, it aint mine, this is our town |
Something' s not right today | |
Gonna try and walk it off | |
Through shattered window panes | |
I can hear the people talking | |
No smiles and no hellos | |
And no one seems to know the answer why this city' s sick | |
And the bus is full of people leaving | |
I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
And I aint too scared to face you | |
I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
And I aint too scared to face you | |
This is our town and we live here | |
This is our town and we' re a crowd | |
A ripped up coat there lay | |
On a patch of land where children play | |
They' re probably tucked up safe | |
But I worry for the story | |
No smiles and no hellos | |
And no one seems to know the time in which the tide will turn | |
And we can bathe in glory | |
I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
And I aint too scared to face you | |
I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
And I aint too scared to face you | |
This is our town and we live here | |
This is our town and we' re a crowd | |
It aint yours, it aint mine, this is our town |