The guy who put his hands on you Has got nothing to do with me
And the bruises that you feel will heal And I hope you come around 'Cause we're missing you.
And... Used to speak so easy You're afraid to talk to me It's like walking with the wounded Carrying away, way to far Concrete pulled you down so hard Out there with the wounded We're missing you
Well I never claimed to understand What happens after dark But my fingers catch the sparks At the thought of touching you With no movement
(AAhh...)
Woooh...
We're never breaking down till we force the issue We miss your face, you know I wish you Would come back down to the Dalva Bar You tell 'em, that's just my battle scar I wanna kiss you And knock 'em down like we used to You're the marigold Till you're walking down shakin' that ass again Then you walk on, baby, walk on, ya walk on On and on You're an angel in the pit with her hands in the air And we're missing you
Now it's fall and Your shoulders get tighter Nervous fits on your lighter..boots Your pissed off poets Your womens' groups And the friends with you We shoulda know this fool Well I guess we missed the mark Still my fingers catch the sparks At the thought of them touching you And now you're wounded
(Aahh...)
Never break it down till we force the issue You never come around, and you know we miss you Well nobody took your pride away I said "That's something people say" Back down the bullet to the back of the bus 'Cause it's time for them to be scared of us Till you're yellin on lenin 'cause you got the ball