As performed by bob mould

As interpreted by matthew savoie



Is it a crime, to want to show your soul

We've wasted our time, another black hole

This guide is not even lost, not even sure

Now find the disease or the cure



Has life lost all its glory and wonder

Sad tales are told again and again

Sleep toss and turn my old bed

What a tale, again and again



Now all the stories of the world could fit in a building

In a building high and wide

Well it's filed under headdings

That no one's quite sure of

But lord knows that everyone tried



When the pen meets the paper

When the mind, it begins to stray

How a sould can lose its will to explain

Oh explain, again and again

Day after day, day after day, day after day.



Oh-- oh-- no no no...



We all cry once in a while

It doesn't fit well with your smile

But then are those tears, are they for real

Again and again it's how you feel



If i was losing life, when picked from the ground

A nice arrangement for the occation

But when flowers when moved from place to place

Lose all meaning, dislocation, dislocation

Mmmmmm oh ah--- no now...



When a sleepless night

A flame attempts to spark us all

We might burn, candle light

A waste of time, another dead soul

If these walls around my soul could talk

The words would lose importance

Within these walls i hold

So hear these words



We all want to leave a mark somewhere

With those of us who feign to care

If all fortune its times we find a way

To build up these walls in time, to build up these walls in time.





Is it a crime?