Can’t conceive it
Can’t conceive it at all
Can’t believe it
Can’t believe it would fall
Not at all
We know it’s rotten and we’re
Throwing the whole lot away
Right away
Stars are gleaming
We can see them tonight
Like a blind man
Finding diamonds in his eyes
A big surprise
It’s awful humbling when you
Know you stumbled onto this
And almost missed
(Wasting days gazing through a crooked maze
And through the haze came a simple spoken phrase
And it said You’re not dead
So you’d better go ahead)
With such a hunger
Rumbling under the floor
It makes you wonder
What we were under before
That’s for sure
We started knocking and they
Started unlocking the doors
More and more
We started knocking and they
Started unlocking the doors
More and more
More and more
More and more
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Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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Crack in the Ceiling
Poetry by Thomas Radwick
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