She's got a place where she likes to hide from this Where someday somewhere somehow She's gonna take a ride from this Running from a holy host of dark angels Out from her beaten past Takes a bus down from nowhere to somewhere Where love was made to last Don't know where this might lead But the light shines for her still Ain't gonna crawl No...ain't gonna crawl no more No...ain't gonna lay down here at your door You might find her looking On the outside there and more Ain't gonna crawl no more No...no more Won't crawl
She took so much abuse Like a scared little girl Down at fourth street and bleaker In the soho world Feels like an outcast there But there's one thing she knows for sure
Ain't gonna crawl No...ain't gonna crawl no more No...ain't gonna lay down here at your door You might find her looking On the outside there for more Ain't gonna crawl no more
Crazy How the future starts to unwind Hazy Still some things get defined in their own way In their own way
No...ain't gonna crawl no more No...ain't gonna lay down here at your door You might find me looking On the outside there and more I ain't gonna crawl no more No...no more
Like a sad dark angel child Lookin' for that door But you can't find it anywhere Can't find it anywhere But there's one thing she knows for sure Ain't gonna crawl
Compositores: Thomas William Cochrane, William Francis Bell (Bill Bell) ECAD: Obra #6161757