I'm gettin' down, not in a good way
If I can make it, then here I'll stay
Ashes and bottlecaps, string and timber restin' on my lap
Coffee stains in an old book
These pages, I'll take a look
Spent time in my old town
Eager men fighting for the crown
Sent fightin in a barren land
Lost faith in the will of Man
Found yourself in the Northern Lights
I found you and the words you type
In here, no birds sing
Played it again until my ears ring
I sing to the walls, I sing to the night
I squint my eyes in the morning light
What was it like back in '43?
Humble homes built on quiet streets
I was there much more after this
Growing up there, I reminisce
Did you have friends on the monument?
Did you ever come and visit here?
Our final hour, nothing left to prove
Rain hammers on a tin roof
In here, no birds sing
Played it again until my ears ring
I sing to the walls, I sing to the night
I squint my eyes in the morning light
Fall in to the night
Sound waves become light
Everything's alright
In here, in here
Lock the door, can't come in
It's not your fault, stubbornness within
Before this, i was up all night
It was all for us, running out of time
Weary eyes, weary head
But inside mine, I thought what laid ahead.
It's a trail less travelled
A cold glass, warm
Electric shock in a lightning storm
I sang to the walls
I sang all the lines
Tore out my hair and drank all of the wine
Ideas come, ambition goes
Plant the seed and it grows, and it grows
Then I water it, but then I cut it down
You won't hear me, no i won't make a sound
I'm a punching bag that they won't miss
I'm a tangled mess I'm a slave to this
I sang to the walls, I sang to the night
I squint my eyes in the morning light