| Song | We're a Crowd |
| Artist | The Twang |
| Album | We're a Crowd |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Something’s not right today | |
| Gonna try and walk it off | |
| Through shattered window panes | |
| I can hear the people talking | |
| No smiles and no hellos | |
| And no one seems to know the answer why this city’s sick | |
| And the bus is full of people leaving | |
| I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
| And I aint too scared to face you | |
| I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
| And I aint too scared to face you | |
| This is our town and we live here | |
| This is our town and we’re a crowd | |
| A ripped up coat there lay | |
| On a patch of land where children play | |
| They’re probably tucked up safe | |
| But I worry for the story | |
| No smiles and no hellos | |
| And no one seems to know the time in which the tide will turn | |
| And we can bathe in glory | |
| I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
| And I aint too scared to face you | |
| I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
| And I aint too scared to face you | |
| This is our town and we live here | |
| This is our town and we’re a crowd | |
| It aint yours, it aint mine, this is our town |
| Something' s not right today | |
| Gonna try and walk it off | |
| Through shattered window panes | |
| I can hear the people talking | |
| No smiles and no hellos | |
| And no one seems to know the answer why this city' s sick | |
| And the bus is full of people leaving | |
| I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
| And I aint too scared to face you | |
| I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
| And I aint too scared to face you | |
| This is our town and we live here | |
| This is our town and we' re a crowd | |
| A ripped up coat there lay | |
| On a patch of land where children play | |
| They' re probably tucked up safe | |
| But I worry for the story | |
| No smiles and no hellos | |
| And no one seems to know the time in which the tide will turn | |
| And we can bathe in glory | |
| I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
| And I aint too scared to face you | |
| I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
| And I aint too scared to face you | |
| This is our town and we live here | |
| This is our town and we' re a crowd | |
| It aint yours, it aint mine, this is our town |
| Something' s not right today | |
| Gonna try and walk it off | |
| Through shattered window panes | |
| I can hear the people talking | |
| No smiles and no hellos | |
| And no one seems to know the answer why this city' s sick | |
| And the bus is full of people leaving | |
| I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
| And I aint too scared to face you | |
| I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
| And I aint too scared to face you | |
| This is our town and we live here | |
| This is our town and we' re a crowd | |
| A ripped up coat there lay | |
| On a patch of land where children play | |
| They' re probably tucked up safe | |
| But I worry for the story | |
| No smiles and no hellos | |
| And no one seems to know the time in which the tide will turn | |
| And we can bathe in glory | |
| I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
| And I aint too scared to face you | |
| I could trouble you like you trouble me | |
| And I aint too scared to face you | |
| This is our town and we live here | |
| This is our town and we' re a crowd | |
| It aint yours, it aint mine, this is our town |