One, two, three, four
I kiss the ground, I kick the dirt, I call a spade a spade
I collect all the feathers in my cap and all the mistakes I've made
I'm older now, this business is strange, I've sung a million songs
About the ones that I have loved and all that I've done wrong
Like a tattoo on your wrist
Like a storm upon a cliff
We carve ourselves like monuments with ink, with tears, with fists
With ink, with tears, with fists
Well, some things make a fortune
Some things take it away
But you only have what you can count in your hand at the end of every day
Sometimes we don't know the difference between a sail and a stone
One's gonna leave you at the bottom of the sea and the other's gonna take you home
Like a tattoo on your wrist
Like a storm upon a cliff
We carve ourselves like monuments with ink, with tears, with fists
With ink, with tears, with fists
We build it up, we build it up, we build it up and then
We tear it down, we tear it down, so we can start again
We build it up, we build it up, we build it up and then
We smash it down, we smash it down, so we can start again
Like a tattoo on your wrist
Like a storm upon a cliff
We carve ourselves like monuments with ink, with tears, with fists
With ink, with tears, with fists
