Seven months in the making,
making only organized crime.
We'll be masterminds if our dreams will reach the shore.
Another turning point in time,
tonight when the lights go out.
Shot gun freedom's what they say I'm about.
What I'm about won't matter
when I walk out the door.

Familiar faces put on dolls,
fashioned raincoats and handmade tools.
When that evening's ending,
I'm still standing tall,
surrounded by these loophole walls.
Any minute I'm beginning, ticking time bomb 'til I run.
Once we're gone,
at the sight of the lights out.
Nightfall shades the sun.
We're put together, said, and done.
Oh, oh, ohh. Oh, oh, oh.

Seven months left,
they're breaking,
breaking all the rules that apply
in this prison label,
unable to abort.
A reputation redefined,
tonight in the darkest hour.
When the three of us go missing,
one is missing out.
Taking little time to a job that needed more.

Familiar faces put on dolls,
fashioned raincoats and handmade tools.
When that evening's ending,
I'm still standing tall,
surrounded by these loophole walls.
Any minute I'm beginning, ticking time bomb 'til I run.
Once we're gone,
at the sight of the lights out,
Nightfall shades the sun.
We're put together, said, and done.
Oh, oh, ohh. Oh, oh, oh.

Lights out now, it's half past nine.
Up the thirty foot corridor, three men climb.
Shouldda been four, but one man's left behind.
Crawl from the rooftop down to the northern end,
through the thickest fog to the water's edge.
For the thrilling ride, to be never seen again.
Whistles blow in the morning at the sight of the break.
Three empty cells with only decoy faces,
of the ones now known to the other side of the bay.
Victims lost and drowned, or so they say.
Only presumed dead, but the deadliest way for you to keep your life is let it seem to slip away.

Familiar faces put on dolls,
fashioned raincoats and handmade tools.
When that evening's ending,
I'm still standing tall,
surrounded by these loophole walls.
From beginning to the ending, ticking time,
I'm on the run.
Now we're gone,
at the sight of the lights out,
Nightfall shades the sun.
We're put together, said, and done.
Oh, oh, ohh. Oh, oh, oh.
Ohhhhh, ohhhh. Ohhhhh, ohhhh.

Once and for all, surrender for the broke down walls.
I can't think that I'm enough for the pleasure of growing old.
We'll move on in a long-lived story that everyone will know.

But the ending's left untold.
But the ending's left untold. (x5)


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  • +1
    General Commentwell, obviously the songs about frank morris' escape from alcatraz. the entire story's right there
    jakev287on August 17, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentWhat a fascinating song! ^^He's got it.
    theonethatison September 20, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis is a great song by Capital Lights. Completely tells the whole story of Frank Morris's escape. Why did they write about Frank Morris though, is there any connection or was it just random?
    lc11socceron October 22, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General Commentcorrection:

    fashionED raincoats and HANDMADE TOOLS...

    only PRESUMED dead, but the deadliest way...

    this is a great song.
    portwonyon December 23, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthis band sounds neat but every song is about a breaking up with his girlfriend and nothing about God. so much for the christian label
    cheeseninja3on January 28, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General Commentcorrection: any minute ill begin a ticking time bomb till i run
    MusicLover19on March 27, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General Commentand "From beginging till the end a ticking time bomb on the run"
    and I thought it said "he gave little time to a job that needed more" but that one might just be me
    cassie132on June 21, 2009   Link

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