Back Crime ...Rough hands are only part of the story You can leave here, but you've got to be somewhere You can breathe here, but it's a labor of love yourself You should never have shrunk yourself down To fit your father's most beautiful clothes It's and old crime, but you find that it's wrapped up around you Every day of your life Rough hands are only part of the story Restless, down on your sides You can sink yourself in the details But the crimes don't live in your hands The scenery is turning to rust And the nails here are starting to show It's and old frame you've hung on the picture of your face Faded and Gold Gold.... You can say that you've never been anywhere, but It's not like you haven't hidden Your footprints inside the ones of Giants who came before you You should never have shrunk yourself down To fit your father's most beautiful clothes It's a small crime, but you find that it's wrapped up around you Every day of your life It's a small crime It's a small crime It's a small crime....   Contact:   keithotten61@gmail.com © 2006, Keith Otten    |   Back