Things are so much harder now No matter how i try Junkyard days and toxic waste Still love is on my mind I can see the ledge now Golden Gate is falling from behind (Falling from behind) (?) Well if you call this living, I just wanna hang my head and cry Voices in my head Telling me that I am lost Pills and alcohol Are making me a lost cause I can see the ledge now Golden Gate is falling from behind (Falling from behind) (?) Well if you call this living, I just wanna hang my head and cry Repeat