The Wall

The Wall

Verse 1

I talk, I write, most nights alone

Trying to make sense of things I’ve never been shown

And man, this wall is running out of room

Covered in every question that keeps filling up this room

The more I learn, the less I seem to know

Every time we get close, you somehow let it go

You say you want to know me, say you want me around

But somehow I’m still searching for solid ground

Pre-Chorus

I’ve listened to the stories

I’ve watched the highs and lows

I’ve stood in all the silence

Waiting for something real to show

Chorus

I talk to a wall, hear my own voice return

Every unanswered question is another lesson learned

You leave me with the silence, I fill in all the blanks

Building conversations that exist inside my brain

If you’re standing on the other side, then say something back

Cause silence turns to distance and distance starts to crack

I can only read between the lines for so long

Before this wall becomes the only thing we’re talking on

Verse 2

I wait for our talks, I wait for our days

I wait for your reply while the hours slip away

And maybe that’s the part that’s getting hard to ignore

I’m always standing outside looking for an open door

You call it nervousness, I call it being worn down

Going in circles while we’re covering the same ground

I’m not asking for every answer tonight

Just a little less darkness and a little more light

Pre-Chorus

I’m tired of guessing

Tired of connecting the dots

Tired of turning silence

Into things that it’s probably not

Chorus

I talk to a wall, hear my own voice return

Every unanswered question is another lesson learned

You leave me with the silence, I fill in all the blanks

Building conversations that exist inside my brain

If you’re standing on the other side, then say something back

Cause silence turns to distance and distance starts to crack

I can only read between the lines for so long

Before this wall becomes the only thing we’re talking on

Bridge

Maybe that wall keeps you safe

Maybe that’s why it’s still there

Maybe you learned long ago

That trust was something rare

But I can’t keep having both sides of this conversation

I can’t keep living off assumptions and imagination

At some point the echo fades

At some point the waiting stops

At some point somebody has to meet me where I am

Final Chorus

I talk to a wall, and it’s covered edge to edge

With every late-night thought I never laid to rest

And if you’re standing on the other side, I hope you know

I wasn’t looking for all the answers

I wasn’t asking you to have it figured out

I just wanted to hear your voice

Instead of hearing my own come back

Instead of hearing my own come back

Instead of hearing my own come back