Criminal Charges

words and music by Erik Brandon

Hear the noises as they echo through the halls
They have been empty since the fall of '59
Well-preserved because the missing might return
Before the fires burn the blueprints by design

But criminal charges do not apply
Criminal charges, wondering why
Criminal charges upstage the crime
But with a little more time
We'll make a mountain out of a man
Washing our footprints out of the sand
Leaving a picture there as a shrine

But with a little more time
With a little more time, baby
With a little more time
Everything will turn out fine

Hear the voices swell in every living thing
We have been busy since the spring of '61
"Renovations tell a tale of trepidation,"
Said the fire to the jealous setting sun

But criminal charges just don't apply
Criminal charges, wondering why
Criminal charges outlast the crime
But with a little more time
We'll turn a mountain into a man
Leaving our footprints there in the sand
Taking the picture, cuz it was mine

And with a little more time
I am sure that you'll tear it all apart
I wanna be here
I wanna be clear
That I said so from the start.