The Night I called it a Day Songtext
von The Walls
The Night I called it a Day Songtext
I been born, I been killed, I been burnt, I been drilled
I been sad, I been sold, I been spurned and I been stoned
I put my trust in trust, tried hard not to hold a grudge
I gave my heart on loan but it never found its way back home
Oh how was I so blind?
Some things you cannot see
But they all came clear to me
In a house somewhere on a hill so bare
I sit real tight, watch day blend into night
New sounds new sights, sweet air and a strange light
But back home I see smoke through my little telescope
They can burn for all I care
No it′s not animosity
I was tired and I needed sleep
On the night that I called it a day
I burned my bridges, tore out the page
Let's blow the whistle ′cos I'm tired of this game
Gotta go, gotta go
Got stuck in mud, 'cos I trust too much
I blame just me, should′ve seen the smoke screen
Like a dog that barks too much, I never felt his bite as such
Just needed that little break, a bit of neck is all it takes
Oh, how was I so blind
Some things you cannot see
But they all came clear to me
On the night that I called it a day
I burned my bridges tore out the page
Let′s blow the whistle 'cos I′m tired of this game
Gotta go, gotta go
Let go the brakes, let go the brakes
I been sad, I been sold, I been spurned and I been stoned
I put my trust in trust, tried hard not to hold a grudge
I gave my heart on loan but it never found its way back home
Oh how was I so blind?
Some things you cannot see
But they all came clear to me
In a house somewhere on a hill so bare
I sit real tight, watch day blend into night
New sounds new sights, sweet air and a strange light
But back home I see smoke through my little telescope
They can burn for all I care
No it′s not animosity
I was tired and I needed sleep
On the night that I called it a day
I burned my bridges, tore out the page
Let's blow the whistle ′cos I'm tired of this game
Gotta go, gotta go
Got stuck in mud, 'cos I trust too much
I blame just me, should′ve seen the smoke screen
Like a dog that barks too much, I never felt his bite as such
Just needed that little break, a bit of neck is all it takes
Oh, how was I so blind
Some things you cannot see
But they all came clear to me
On the night that I called it a day
I burned my bridges tore out the page
Let′s blow the whistle 'cos I′m tired of this game
Gotta go, gotta go
Let go the brakes, let go the brakes
Writer(s): Stephen Wall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com