She got down on hands and knees, one ear against the ground,
Holding her breath to hear something, but the dirt made not a sound tonight


Echoes of songs still lurk on distant foreign shores, where we
Danced just to please the gods that only ask for more, and so it goes


But still we give ourselves to this
We can't spend our lives waiting to live


On cold nights
In a prayer for dawn
But the daylight

Isn't what she wants

The concrete

Calls my name again
I'm falling
Thru the cracks I slip


The postcard says wish you were here
But I'd rather I was there, holding

On to the simple things before they disappear, that's what I meant

But that was then, and this is now

I'll make it up to you somehow

On cold nights

In a prayer for dawn
But the daylight
Isn't what she wants


The concrete
Calls my name again

I'm falling
Thru the cracks I slip


She got down on hands and knees, one ear against the ground,
Holding her breath to hear something, anything at all


The Dirt Whispered, "Child, I'm coming home."

On cold nights

In a prayer for dawn
But the daylight
Isn't what she wants


The concrete
Calls my name again

I'm falling
Thru the cracks I slip
I slip

Thru the cracks I slip
Thru the cracks I slip
Thru the cracks I slip

Thru the cracks I slip