Our fingers are missing, they litter the ground
Grass will never grow near this town, again
The frames on the walls are crooked and empty
Our shoulders bend low towards the dirtI've made a deal to get us out of this place
But I am falling apart with each step I take
And as the pieces fall I count them all
Songwriters
Pete Agnew; Darrell Sweet; Dan Mccafferty; Manuel CharltonPublished by
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