All in a day's work

In a room of crooked faces You never wanted to replace this In your memory Now the thing that comes to your mind Is an awful word to describe A sense of peace It won't get better on it's own And it'll...

When I was born The doctor said There's something wrong Inside that baby head When I was a boy In Sunday school I told them all That they were fools All in a day's work To live and breathe A sight to...