Peter Himmelman - Crushed Lyrics
You don't dance with your broken bonesYou don't sing when you're aloneYou don't fly when the air's so thinAnd all this weight is closing inHey, this is the taste of freedom, yeahThis is how it feels when fate picks you to getCrushed beneath the wheelsCrushed beneath the wheelsCrushed beneath the wheelsAll the things that you've learned this farCould not have prepared you for where you areSo take your compass and face the eastTo the ruins of the temple and the wrath of the beastHey, I said, the evening is fallingLike a hundred tons of steelNow and the we getCrushed beneath the wheelsCrushed beneath the wheelsCrushed beneath the wheelsIf I could do it, I would gladly bear your painBut I know anything I do would be in vainYou must believe me when I say this all will passBut for the moment your poor heart must feel like glass andI say, hey, this is the taste of freedom, yeahThis is how it feels when fate picks you to getCrushed beneath the wheelsCrushed beneath the wheelsCrushed beneath the wheels
