The Walls (Interlude) Songtext
von Tip Stevens

When we left, we told us we were going to start again
A clean slate


Blue skies, open fields
The kind of air that would make you believe in second chances
But the air
We can′t even breathe it
The fields are out there
Life is out there
Everything we came for is out there
Just beyond the glass
Frozen in a silence that never ends

We built those walls to protect ourselves
And now
We sit behind them, pretending
Pretending we're alive
No walls will ever make a home