The Receiving End - Big Wreck

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