hollow Walls Songtext
von Mama Rose

Who made these hollow walls out of silk?
Who made these hollow promises to myself?
Will I ever find the way to climb beyond this guilt?
Will I know the heart without the mind? What is felt?
What is, what is, what are we now?
Time has told us what her toll is, will we pay?
Or should we turn around and go another way?
What is this? What are we? What is felt?
There is lead in my palms, it drips out I want to hold your hands but not make love
I want to make love in our every touch
I will not love again without this much
Life is just too short to give it up
What are dreams?
What is love?
What is free?
I am too much, so they say
Pity me none