作词 : Hazel Wilde, Paul Gregory, Oliver Ketteringham, Sarah Kemp, Andrew Scrogham
 作曲 : Hazel Wilde, Paul Gregory, Oliver Ketteringham, Sarah Kemp, Andrew Scrogham

 The great crime of our lives
 could be silence or closing eyes
 this could be our revolution or our downfall
 in a seedy part of town
 where vermeer tracked me down
 he said 'it's yours for the taking or yours to burn'
 And soon the world will know
 all the secrets of your soul
 you can run for the forrest or face your fate
 There is a corpse of a prince on the front line
 where the colours run where the colours bleed
 So we'll drink and we'll sing on the bread line
 Until the colours run until the colours bleed
 The great crime of our times
 Was the silence and closing eyes
 This could be ours for the making
 but we'd sooner fold
 There is a corpse of a prince on the front line
 where the colours run where the colours bleed
 So we'll drink and we'll sing on the bread line
 Until the colours run until the colours bleed