| Song | Brushed Aside |
| Artist | Big Big Train |
| Album | English Boy Wonders |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Great God this is an awful place | |
| though sometimes her smile | |
| lights the emptiness. | |
| He lost his way it happens in blizzards | |
| or flames he said. | |
| Christ how the ice can burn. | |
| Great God this was an awful thing to waste | |
| sometimes her smile lights the emptiness. | |
| I rest my case won’t you do the same | |
| no, you wait here | |
| you wait for the sun to rise. | |
| I’m tired of talking | |
| tired of city limits | |
| and tired of walking. | |
| Across the grass outside the house | |
| they’d sell their brothers | |
| for a place in commanding heights. |
| Great God this is an awful place | |
| though sometimes her smile | |
| lights the emptiness. | |
| He lost his way it happens in blizzards | |
| or flames he said. | |
| Christ how the ice can burn. | |
| Great God this was an awful thing to waste | |
| sometimes her smile lights the emptiness. | |
| I rest my case won' t you do the same | |
| no, you wait here | |
| you wait for the sun to rise. | |
| I' m tired of talking | |
| tired of city limits | |
| and tired of walking. | |
| Across the grass outside the house | |
| they' d sell their brothers | |
| for a place in commanding heights. |
| Great God this is an awful place | |
| though sometimes her smile | |
| lights the emptiness. | |
| He lost his way it happens in blizzards | |
| or flames he said. | |
| Christ how the ice can burn. | |
| Great God this was an awful thing to waste | |
| sometimes her smile lights the emptiness. | |
| I rest my case won' t you do the same | |
| no, you wait here | |
| you wait for the sun to rise. | |
| I' m tired of talking | |
| tired of city limits | |
| and tired of walking. | |
| Across the grass outside the house | |
| they' d sell their brothers | |
| for a place in commanding heights. |