Walls Songtext
von CoCo and the Butterfields

Can you see this man, he′s dreaming
Whilst he's sitting on the grass
(I will always)
Is it a twist of fate
Or did he put himself out on his arse?
(I will always)
Either way, I′m sure he knows precisely
What he must do next
(I will always)
And if events before were terrible
Then this time he'll forget
(I will always)


Can I be that man?
I'm telling, I′m not asking you
Everyone has marched themselves
It′s just another thing to do
But this time we're going higher and higher still
As we take off our masks and float through these birds of
This wall of build is stretching very far
My hands are red, they′re red
So help me out here, I am begging, I'm not asking you
And I′ll only stop loving you when I'm dead

Well I′m a simple soul
Or so it has been said to me before
But if content is what I am
Then why do I intend for more?
You say I'm making plans
But surely, isn't everybody else?
Or is this just another chance for you to say
That I am thinking of myself?

Can I be that man?
I′m telling, I′m not asking you
Everyone has marched themselves
It's just another thing to do
But this time we′re going higher and higher still
As we take off our masks and float through these birds of
This wall of build is stretching very far
My hands are red, they're red
So help me out here, I am begging, I′m not asking you
And I'll only stop loving you when I′m dead


This wall of build is stretching very far
My hands are red
Help me out here, I am begging, I'm not asking you
And I'll only stop loving you
Break it down

Can I be that man?
I′m telling, I′m not asking you
Everyone has marched themselves
It's just another thing to do
But this time we′re going higher and higher still
As we take off our masks and float through these birds of build
As we take off our masks and float through these birds of build

This wall of build is stretching very far
My hands are red, they're red
So help me out here, I am begging, I′m not asking you
And I'll only stop loving you when I′m dead
This wall of build is stretching very far
My hands are red
Help me out here, I am begging, I'm not asking you
And I'll only stop loving you when I′m dead