supported by 35 fans who also own “Concrete Walls”
My smile is stuck.
I cannot go back to your Frownland.
I cannot go back to your world of gloom
Where black jagged shadows
Remind me of the coming of your doom.
I want my own land.
Take my hand and come with me.
It's not too late for you.
It's not too late for me
To find my homeland.
My smile is stuck.
I cannot go back to your Frownland.
supported by 35 fans who also own “Concrete Walls”
Eternally thankful for this masterpiece of an album. Alan, Mimi, and BJ Burton, your work will never be forgotten; I will carry this album with me for the rest of my life. ethantlambert
supported by 34 fans who also own “Concrete Walls”
i finally purchased this legally here. before then, i loved it, but couldn't really understand most of the vocals. i read the lyrics and that made this album better than it already was. quasiotter