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Are you listening?
We write a thousand pages,
they're torn and on the floor.
Headlights hammer the windows,
we're locked behind these doors.
And we are never leaving,
this place is part of us.
And all these scenes repeating
are cold to the touch.
My hands seem to deceive me
When I'm nervous or when I'm healthy.
The scenery's all drawn.
They hang here from the walls dear,
Painting pictures, bleeding colors,
Blanket the windows.
Sometimes
it gets so hard to breathe.
Your eyes
can see right through me.
These fights
with your arms left beside.
It's one thing
and one more says goodnight.
You've got
the map come get to me.
These knuckles break before they bleed.
Tear out these veins that own my heart.
This skin that wears your lasting marks.
I've built these walls come get to me,
come get to me.
Is this your lesson,
a slight discretion,
The lines that keep you,
the lines that sweep you.
Lock the doors from the inside.
Your face is so contagious,
it wears announcements,
It leaves me breathless,
I won't forget this,
I won't forget.
Sometimes
it gets so hard to breathe.
Your eyes
can see right through me.
Let the walls have their say. (x6)
Have their say.
There's no conversation,
words without remorse.
And this television
drowns the only source.
Wake from these dreams of
you in my arms.
Go to the staircase
where you hold my heart.
This place, these walls
mean everything to me.