The Crime

Lyrics

GAR, BA Lit 3rd poet of Avalon Exiled to the broken bit outside Imperium Not for any mischief Just enormous indifference in song You are the people, the people are you Need I say more? I showed you my back and you showed me your door Now you don't know how to open it anymore I suppose I'll get used to it after some time The soil is ridiculous, they make a good wine The weather comes bracing when it isn't just treating you fine But I feel I'vе grown older here and not to thе wise Everything just hurts a little more Except for the lies And when the truth comes I cannot disguise my fear You are the people, the people are you Need I say more? I showed you my back and you showed me your door Now I don't know how to open it anymore If I mocked my metropoli, pilloried the pillars Of an edifice in search of a cliff With my rank and profession So far in recession Is it even a question of if? There are days I'm reminded, as I gaze on the harbour Of a younger man blinded And spurred on by ardour For all things eternal But when you know that you're mortal You just can't afford to admit City you are the people, the people are you Need I say more? I showed you my back and you showed me your door Now we don't know how to open it anymore