Mark Geary
Mark Geary
Mark Geary & Ann Scott
Mark Geary & Ann Scott
Mark Geary
Mark Geary
Mark Geary
Mark Geary
Mark Geary
Mark Geary
Mark Geary & Ann Scott
Mark Geary
Mark Geary
It’s my fault, we’re caught of course
I’m trying, trying to keep it all in
Hold your tongue, your lips have stung
And we’re lying, lying
All hands on deck
Well I’m sorry you feel that
Next to nothing at all
Next to nothing
We’ve got nothing
Facing the wall
We just quit, a wall we hit
We went flying, flying to keep it all in
Well I’m sorry you feel that
Next to nothing at all
We’ve got nothing
Nothing
Facing the fall
Nothing
Nothing