Things are so much harder now
No matter how i try
Junkyard days and toxic waste
Still love is on my mind
I can see the ledge now
Golden Gate is falling from behind
(Falling from behind) (?)
Well if you call this living,
I just wanna hang my head and cry
Voices in my head
Telling me that I am lost
Pills and alcohol
Are making me a lost cause
I can see the ledge now
Golden Gate is falling from behind
(Falling from behind) (?)
Well if you call this living,
I just wanna hang my head and cry
Repeat
