Besedila: Tilt. 'Til It Kills. Berkeley Pier.

I guess sometimes I'm lucky
When I go
For whole days at a time
Without thinking about you
And ask myself why
But then I find I'm traveling,
Traveling down
That same old piece of road
And wind up down by the water

Whatever happened to our walls on the pier?
I cry myself alone
All the way down to the end
I drink my bottle dry
And I heave it across the bay
To the city
Smashin' outside your door

Oh now there goes the Romeo
Hand in hand
With his punk rock Juliet
They remind me of two people
That I'm trying my best to forget
I can hear their sweet nothings
On the wind
As I hurry to get by
Diverting my gaze
To the Oakland Bay Bridge

Whatever happened to our walls on the pier?
I cry myself alone
All the way down to the end
I drink my bottle dry
And I heave it across the bay
To the city
Smashin' outside your door

(Could that be you honey, way over on that other side?
Flashin' a signal to me, down by Pier 39
'Cause if i only knew, I'd jump in that water
And swim right across, drowning in my relief)

Maybe I should be warning them
Should I say, "Don't do something you'll regret.
Now you have no recollection
Of heartbreak you don't have yet."
I could give them an earful
But I know
They must find out on their own
And the thought of that
Is chilling me to the bone

Whatever happened to our walls on the pier?
I cry myself alone
All the way down to the end
I drink my bottle dry
And I heave it across the bay
To the city
Smashin' outside your door