The Receiving End
BIG WRECK · Grace Street 2017 · Track 09 of 12
Wake up, wonder why I still feel the need When all's well, we're through the hell Two floors on Grace Street
Oh, once I was of the mind The sun would never shine But stories, they write themselves When you're with someone else
I held the sword and pen The past I can't rewrite Now I'm on the receiving end Of all these sweet stories
Lost in the afternoon Somewhere in those eyes Finding myself in you Still I wonder why
Oh, once I was of the mind Start again somewhere A daydream of golden hair Most days you'll find me there
I've held the sword and pen The past I can't rewrite Somehow I'm on the receiving end Of all these sweet stories
I've held the sword and pen The past I can't rewrite But now I'm on the receiving end Of all these...
I've held the sword and pen The past I can't rewrite Somehow I'm on the receiving end Of all these sweet stories