Crimescene – Richard ThompsonBy Broken glass, a broken chairLamp hangs by a threadScattered pages, spattered wallsMayhem on the bedPeace is gone and love is gone andDarkness wins the dayA soul is torn awayA soul is torn awayA crumpled shirt a hank of hairA shoe print made of bloodPhone ripped out, the shades all drawnA life is hammered shutAnd I should ball my fists and screamAgainst the dying of the dreamBut I can’t aim my rage at fateWhere’s the face to pin the hate?But I can’t aim my rage at fateWhere’s the face to pin the hate?Where’s the face to pin the hate?A ticket booked, a suitcase packedA diary on the deskFree will’s just a walk on partIn this ugly humoresquePeace is gone and love is gone andDarkness wins the dayA soul is torn awayA soul is torn awayA soul is torn awayA soul is torn awayAnd I should ball my fists and screamAgainst the dying of the dreamBut I can’t aim my rage at fateWhere’s the face to pin the hate?But I can’t aim my rage at fateWhere’s the face to pin the hate?Here we stand around like victimsWaiting for the crimeWaiting for the butcher’s knifeOne cut at a timeYou plan and he plansYou sleep while he stealsYour wheels can only spinInside of other wheelsPeace is gone and love is gone andDarkness wins the dayA soul is torn awayA soul is torn awayA soul is torn awayA soul is torn away www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20