The Wall Songtext
von Ezra Briggs

The sun will rise again
And the stones we laid will remain
Frost on frost
Snow on snow
You′re half of the fire in my soul

I can't explain
The waves that crash on me everyday
The water′s cold
Your touch is warm
The quiet is so rich after the storm


The wall grows and grows
Each stone has a job of its own
This one's for shape
This one's to hold
My job is to find a way home

The sun will rise again
And the stones we laid will remain
By yesterday′s words
Spoken in haste
I′d tear down all we'd built for a clean slate
But to tear down and not rebuild seems such a waste
So I′ll sit beside our wall and wait