Wake up and wonder why|I still feel a need|When all's well we're through the hell|Two floors on Grace Street||Once I was of the mind|The sun would never shine|But stories rewrite themselves|When you're with someone else||I've held the sword and penned|A 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||Once I was of the mind|To start again somewhere|A daydream with golden hair|Most days you'll find me there||I've held the sword and penned|A past I can't rewrite|Now I'm on the receiving end of all these|Sweet stories|