歌词
Well, I pushed it out
The goddamn wrecking ball
And I wait it fall
Wait to swing around
But it never did
And the crows, they fell around my eyes
And still no sign of that ball and chain
Well, I pushed it out
The goddamn wrecking ball
Kind of pendulum
Never comes back home
You start to miss it some
The way you miss the rain
The way you miss the fighting
When the war is won
What I miss the most
Is knowing just exactly where it hurts
Is knowing just exactly what is wrong
What I want
What I want
I miss the ghost trains
The weary midnight drives
The taste of loneliness
In the air beyond the towers
I miss the resonance
Those trigger words
That crazy one-track mind
Sometimes I miss the call
What I miss the most
Is knowing just exactly where it hurts
Is knowing just exactly what is wrong
What I want
What I want
Remembering the sunlight
Coming down in shades of blue
Sorrow of the aftermath
Tightening the noose
I'm thinking of the night
That all the lights went out
And how I learned to see in the dark
In the dark, in the dark
I pushed it out
The goddamn wrecking ball
Kind of pendulum
Never comes back home
Written by: Chris Pureka
