Crimescene Lyrics - Dream Attic - Richard Thompson

Broken glass, a broken chair 

A lamp hangs by a thread 

Scattered pages, spattered walls 

Mayhem on the bed 

Peace is gone and love is gone 

And darkness wins the day 

A soul is torn away 

A soul is torn away 

A crumpled shirt, a hank of hair 

A shoe print made of blood 

Phone ripped out, shades all drawn 

A life is hammered shut 

And I should ball my fists and scream 

Against the dying of the dream 

But I can't aim my rage at fate 

Where's the face to pin the hate? 

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But I can't aim my rage at fate 

Where's the face to pin the hate? 

Where's the face to pin the hate? 

A ticket booked, a suitcase packed 

A diary on the desk 

Free will's just a walk on part 

In this ugly humoresque 

Peace is gone and love is gone 

And darkness wins the day 

A soul is torn away 

A soul is torn away 

A soul is torn away 

A soul is torn away 

And I should ball my fists and scream 

Against the dying of the dream 

But I can't aim my rage at fate 

Where's the face to pin the hate? 

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But I can't aim my rage at fate 

But where's the face to pin the hate? 

Here we stand around like victims 

Waiting for the crime 

Waiting for the butcher's knife 

Just one cut at a time 

You plan and he plans 

You sleep while he steals 

Your wheels can only spin 

Inside of other wheels 

Peace is gone and love is gone 

And darkness wins the day 

A soul is torn away 

A soul is torn away 

A soul is torn away 

A soul is torn away 

A soul is torn away