| [00:00.46] | Walls |
| [00:02.27] | Are you listening? |
| [00:03.45] | |
| [00:04.51] | We write a thousand pages, they're torn and on the floor. |
| [00:09.06] | |
| [00:10.20] | Headlights hammer the windows, we're locked behind these doors. |
| [00:15.15] | |
| [00:15.83] | And we are never leaving, this place is part of us. |
| [00:20.58] | |
| [00:21.58] | And all these scenes repeating are cold to the touch. |
| [00:26.40] | |
| [00:27.02] | My hands seem to deceive me |
| [00:29.02] | |
| [00:29.58] | When I'm nervous or when I'm healthy. |
| [00:31.77] | The scenery's all drawn. |
| [00:34.45] | |
| [00:38.20] | They hang here from the walls dear, |
| [00:40.50] | |
| [00:41.13] | Painting pictures, bleeding colors, |
| [00:43.37] | |
| [00:44.62] | Blanket the windows. |
| [00:46.25] | |
| [00:53.73] | Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe. |
| [00:59.80] | |
| [01:03.85] | Your eyes can see right through me. |
| [01:09.84] | |
| [01:12.03] | These fights with your arms left beside. |
| [01:14.71] | It's one thing and one more says goodnight. |
| [01:17.64] | You've got the map come get to me. |
| [01:19.83] | |
| [01:20.45] | These knuckles break before they bleed. |
| [01:23.45] | Tear out these veins that own my heart. |
| [01:26.19] | This skin that wears your lasting marks. |
| [01:28.94] | I've built these walls come get to me, come get to me. |
| [01:36.68] | |
| [01:49.22] | Is this your lesson, a slight discretion, |
| [01:51.96] | The lines that keep you, the lines that sweep you. |
| [01:54.90] | Lock the doors from the inside. |
| [01:58.39] | |
| [02:00.45] | Your face is so contagious, it wears announcements, |
| [02:04.88] | It leaves me breathless, I won't forget this, |
| [02:07.44] | I won't forget. |
| [02:11.00] | |
| [02:16.11] | Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe. |
| [02:22.29] | |
| [02:26.23] | Your eyes can see right through me. |
| [02:32.65] | |
| [02:34.33] | Let the walls have their say |
| [02:38.45] | |
| [02:40.39] | Let the walls have their say |
| [02:46.50] | |
| [02:48.00] | There's no conversation, words without remorse. |
| [02:51.87] | |
| [02:52.81] | And this television drowns the only source. |
| [02:57.56] | |
| [02:58.44] | Wake from these dreams of you in my arms. |
| [03:03.65] | |
| [03:04.53] | Go to the staircase where you hold my heart. |
| [03:08.71] | |
| [03:14.21] | This place, these walls mean everything to me. |
| [03:18.76] | |
| [03:19.39] |
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