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 held the sword and pen The past I can't rewrite Now I'm on the receiving end Of all these sweet stories I held the sword and pen The past I can't rewrite Now I'm on the receiving end Of all these... I held the sword and pen The past I can't rewrite Now I'm on the receiving end Of all these sweet stories