She got down on hands and knees,  One ear against the ground,  Holding her breath to hear something,  But the dirt made not a sound tonight    Echoes of songs still lurk on distant foreign shores,  Where we danced just to please the gods that only ask for more,  So it goes    But still we give ourselves to this  We can't spend our lives waiting to live    On cold nights  In a prayer for dawn  But the daylight  Isn't what she wants    The concrete  Calls my name again  I'm falling  Through the cracks I slip    The postcard says wish you were here  But I'd rather I was there,  Holding on to the simple things before they disappear,  That's what I meant    But that was then, and this is now  I'll make it up to you somehow    On cold nights  In a prayer for dawn  But the daylight  Isn't what she wants    The concrete  Calls my name again  I'm falling  Through the cracks I slip    She got down on hands and knees,  One ear against the ground,  Holding her breath to hear something,  Anything at all    The dirt whispered, "Child, I'm coming home"    On cold nights  In a prayer for dawn  But the daylight  Isn't what she wants    The concrete  Calls my name again  I'm falling  Through the cracks I slip    I slip    (Through the cracks I slip)    Through the cracks I slip  Through the cracks I slip    these lyrics are submitted by Phoung