She got down on hands and knees One ear against the ground Holding her breath to hear something But the dirt made not a sound, tonight Echoes of songs still lurk on distant foreign shores Where we danced just to please the gods that only ask for more And so it goes But still we give ourselves to this We can't spend our lives waiting to live On cold nights In a prayer for dawn The daylight Isn't what she wants The concrete Calls my name again I'm falling Through the cracks I slip The postcard says wish you were here But I'd rather I was there Holding on to the simple things before they disappear That's what I meant But that was then, and this is now I'll make it up to you somehow
On cold nights In a prayer for dawn The daylight Isn't what she wants The concrete Calls my name again I'm falling Through the cracks I slip A destination, a fading smile Another station, another mile Another day gone, I swore that I will Be there before dawn So be there, I will... She got down on hands and knees One ear against the ground Holding her breath to hear something Anything at all The dirt whispered, "Child, I'm coming home" On cold nights In a prayer for dawn The daylight Isn't what she wants The concrete Calls my name again I'm falling Through the cracks I slip, I slip... Through the cracks I slip... (Through the cracks I slip...) Through the cracks I slip...