My, what a sight you are You look like you've come apart You push and the walls come down Now, you're caught between the walls and the ground You... turn and face me But you could not face your own pain Calling you wrong, Calling you out, Calling you gone You clean yourself up very well So that it's hard to tell A bomb went off in your soul And even that wouldn't fill the hole And you turn and face me But you could not face your own pain Calling you wrong, Calling you out, Calling you gone. Babe, calling you wrong, Calling you out, Calling you gone. Babe, calling you wrong, Calling you out, Calling you gone. Babe, calling you wrong, Calling you out, Calling you gone. You turn and face me But you could not face your own pain Calling you wrong, Calling you out, Calling you gone Babe, calling you wrong Calling you out, calling you gone, yeah