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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 remaining
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 see right through me

These fights with your eyes (left beside)
It's one thing (and one more says goodbye)
You've got the map (come get to me)
These knuckles break before they bleed

Tear out these veins (they own my heart)
This skin (it wears your lasting mark)
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 see right through me

Let the walls have their say
(Let the walls have their say)
Let the walls have their say
(Let the walls have their say)
Let the walls have their say
(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
(Run) to the staircase
(Where) you hold my heart

This place, these walls
Mean everything to me