‘Tis the crowd in which I stand,
I ne’er felt more alone,
And as they all hold hands,
I hold my beating stone.
But who is here to blame?
I build my bridges thin,
And then I set them all aflame,
To lose before loss wins.
‘Tis the crowd in which I stand,
I ne’er felt more alone,
And as they all hold hands,
I hold my beating stone.
But who is here to blame?
I build my bridges thin,
And then I set them all aflame,
To lose before loss wins.