Crime Scene Songtext
von Richard Thompson

Broken glass, a broken chair
A lamp hangs by a thread
Scattered pages, spattered walls
Mayhem on the bed

And peace is gone and love is gone
And darkness wins the day
A soul is torn away
A soul is torn away

Crumpled shirt, a hank of hair
A shoe print made of blood
Phone ripped out, the shades all drawn
A life is hammered shut

And I should ball my fists and scream
Against the dying of the dream
But I can′t aim my rage at fate
Where's the face to pin the hate?
But I can′t aim my rage at fate
Where's the face to pin the hate?

Where's the face to pin the hate?


Ticket booked, a suitcase packed
A diary on the desk
Free will′s just a walk-on part
In this ugly human race

And peace is gone and love is gone
And darkness wins the day
A soul is torn away
A soul is torn away
A soul is torn away
A soul is torn away

And I should ball my fists and scream
Against the dying of the dream
But I can′t aim my rage at fate
Where's the face to pin the hate?

′Cause I can't aim my rage at fate
Where′s the face to pin the hate?


You stand around like victims
Waiting for the crime
Waiting for the butcher's knife
Just one cut at a time
And you plan and he plans
And you sleep while he steals
And your wheels can only spin
Inside of other wheels

And peace is gone and love is gone
And darkness wins the day
A soul is torn away
A soul is torn away
A soul is torn away
A soul is torn away
A soul is torn away