Текст песни Crocodile - Fog Lake

Snow angels on sawdust
Sank bottles of wine
The last of our teenage days
You cried all the time
Until your heart finally went cold
Faded red to blue
Condensed the summer into poems
Subliminal clues

Lately I never find my friends
To be good company
They lay their crocodile tears on me

You once were a martyr
For your old brigade
The last of your free fall days
But you won't be saved
Sometimes I miss the way I was
When you were around
Superstitions that got lost
In oceans of sound

Lately I never find my friends
To be good company
They lay their crocodile tears on me
Don't lay your crocodile tears on me