So it begins, this journey or road or mountain, it's all still the same
Well I am set free to fly or to fall or both, the fact still remains
Cause it comes for me, it comes for me
The wrecking ball swings low.
The wrecking ball swings low.
A spin of the wheel, the roll of the dice, winter, spring, summer, and fall
Nothing to hide, and always the death, pleasure and pain of the call
It comes for me, it comes for me
The wrecking ball swings low.
The wrecking ball swings low.
The stepping off stones, the singing of ghosts, statues all turning their head
The whisper of love, the fear of alone, the soundtrack of what you have said
It comes for me, it comes for me The wrecking ball swings low.
The wrecking ball swings low.
The wrecking ball swings low.
The wrecking ball swings low.
