You Can’t Spell “Crap” Without “C”

[Verse 1: Mike Hranica]
I wish to turn around and return (to her warmth and laughter)
But this calling is strong, and denial is impossible
No measure of weight can justify
What now presses into my chest
To the road, your freedom is awesome, to the road
But does it compare to the sweet embrace of my love?

[Bridge: Jeremy DePoyster]
Our convictions are engraved
Our convictions are engraved

[Verse 2: Mike Hranica]
My convictions are engraved by her hands
Our convictions engraved by her marvelous hands

[Verse 3: Craig Owens]
My ears are upon the brink of detonation
And the mud amongst the passage of my throat
Is drying to permanence, harvest the crop of

[Mike Hranica]
Memories
To what's true, I offer thanks
I've found what's pure and
I've found what's sweet
We are not barren
We are not barren