| Song | Stairwell Wall |
| Artist | Ben Hammersley |
| Album | Solace EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Standing on the edge of a cityscape | |
| Now I'm walking this tightrope that I can't escape | |
| If I was you I'd be on the first train home | |
| Sat at home on a Tuesday night | |
| The talk-show host and those fragile lies | |
| But you're my favourite sentence | |
| And I'm wondering if you'll find your way home | |
| Running our hands down the stairwell wall | |
| I'm going down, down, down | |
| The one that you had me paint blue | |
| In a bet to shift my mood | |
| I'm stacking all the fotos in the front of a book | |
| And feeling down, down, down | |
| These walls have seen the bones of us | |
| These walls… will never fall | |
| Push this body out to sea | |
| And you forget all the warmth that you found in me | |
| ‘Cause I heard your blood runs a little bit colder than most | |
| Flying of the handle of a lovers tiff | |
| I never knew expression could look so stiff | |
| But I'll shake it off ‘cause you're just a little piece of my heart | |
| Running our hands down the stairwell wall | |
| And I'm going down, down, down | |
| The one that you had me paint blue | |
| In a bet to shift my mood | |
| I'm stacking all the fotos in the front of a book | |
| And feeling down, down, down | |
| These walls have seen the bones of us | |
| These walls… will never fall | |
| Never fall |
| Standing on the edge of a cityscape | |
| Now I' m walking this tightrope that I can' t escape | |
| If I was you I' d be on the first train home | |
| Sat at home on a Tuesday night | |
| The talkshow host and those fragile lies | |
| But you' re my favourite sentence | |
| And I' m wondering if you' ll find your way home | |
| Running our hands down the stairwell wall | |
| I' m going down, down, down | |
| The one that you had me paint blue | |
| In a bet to shift my mood | |
| I' m stacking all the fotos in the front of a book | |
| And feeling down, down, down | |
| These walls have seen the bones of us | |
| These walls will never fall | |
| Push this body out to sea | |
| And you forget all the warmth that you found in me | |
| ' Cause I heard your blood runs a little bit colder than most | |
| Flying of the handle of a lovers tiff | |
| I never knew expression could look so stiff | |
| But I' ll shake it off ' cause you' re just a little piece of my heart | |
| Running our hands down the stairwell wall | |
| And I' m going down, down, down | |
| The one that you had me paint blue | |
| In a bet to shift my mood | |
| I' m stacking all the fotos in the front of a book | |
| And feeling down, down, down | |
| These walls have seen the bones of us | |
| These walls will never fall | |
| Never fall |
| Standing on the edge of a cityscape | |
| Now I' m walking this tightrope that I can' t escape | |
| If I was you I' d be on the first train home | |
| Sat at home on a Tuesday night | |
| The talkshow host and those fragile lies | |
| But you' re my favourite sentence | |
| And I' m wondering if you' ll find your way home | |
| Running our hands down the stairwell wall | |
| I' m going down, down, down | |
| The one that you had me paint blue | |
| In a bet to shift my mood | |
| I' m stacking all the fotos in the front of a book | |
| And feeling down, down, down | |
| These walls have seen the bones of us | |
| These walls will never fall | |
| Push this body out to sea | |
| And you forget all the warmth that you found in me | |
| ' Cause I heard your blood runs a little bit colder than most | |
| Flying of the handle of a lovers tiff | |
| I never knew expression could look so stiff | |
| But I' ll shake it off ' cause you' re just a little piece of my heart | |
| Running our hands down the stairwell wall | |
| And I' m going down, down, down | |
| The one that you had me paint blue | |
| In a bet to shift my mood | |
| I' m stacking all the fotos in the front of a book | |
| And feeling down, down, down | |
| These walls have seen the bones of us | |
| These walls will never fall | |
| Never fall |