Warren Peace - Crain Staid

Warren Peace - Crain Staid - lyrics

What fellow could I meet?
A first impression
What fellows would treat me?
With no contention
The ground beneath my feet
I treat it as path
The pebbles they treat me
Like I’ve traveled far

And wide for nothing
My bag is empty
My hands are scrapped and broken
I’ll fix them by wrapping them in tape

Your head is a stadium
That can be filled
The cranium stadium
But will your audience be an audience
A flock of sleep that count while you’re asleep?

What fellow could I meet?
To ease the tension
What fellows would treat me?
With no contention

To ease the tension…
To ease the tension…
With no contention…
With no contention…
Your head is a stadium
That can be filled
The cranium stadium
But will your audience be an audience or a mark on the radius
You wonder what you really need your audience for