the receiving end

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