Scene Of The Crime Lyrics

Hear the birds, slowly, I can tell

I can tell by the warm summer moon

These returns, they are just a shell

Just a shell of time, in the people's minds

Pour the past, join me, just a glass

Under the table is a long way to return from

There was no orchestra, found at the scene of the crime

It was a momentary truth

I see the ground, covered by this town

And tonight I sleep in a cave by the wolves in the dark

No proof of life, only distant bells

From a world away, from a world away

And everything was green and gold

Until shadows cross the valley

Under the spell of the canyon in the twilight

Candlelight rifles through the night

Nothing is telling you that something is broken

Candlelight rifles through the night

Nothing is telling you that something is broken

Nothing is telling you that something is broken

Nothing is telling you that something is broken

Nothing is telling you that something is broken