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