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[taleya]

Listen
If you listen, you will hear
A reckess heartbeat
On the inside

Through the walls the sound is crawling
Down the corridors and halls
It cracks the ceiling
The windows and the doors
All the rest won't listen though the walls have ears
But they never really look they just stand and stare
They're all standing
Staring at the walls

Who put the writing on the walls?
Will no-one ever know?
Oh, then I don't mind the walls

Tell me
Why don't you tell me?
Have you
Got nothing to say?]

Tell me where the hell this place is
Tell me why I get no answers
Am I talking,
Talking to the walls?

So it's running, jumping, standing still
I think I've had enough of it all
Get your hands up
Up against the wall!

Who put the writing on the walls?
Will no-one ever know?
Oh, then I don't mind the walls
Oh, then I don't mind the walls
I don't mind the walls

..shut up...shut up...shut up....shut up...shut up...shut up....shut up...shut up...shut up....shut up...shut up...shut up....shut up...shut up...shut up....shut up...shut up...shut up....shut up...shut up...shut up....shut up...shut up...shut up....

Through the walls the sound is crawling
Down the corridors and halls
It cracks the ceiling
The windows and the doors

All the rest won't listen though the walls have ears
But they never really look they just stand and stare
They're all standing
Staring at the walls
They're all standing
Staring at the walls

They're all standing
Staring at the walls!

Who put the writing on the walls?
Will no-one ever know?
Oh, then I don't mind the walls
Oh, then I don't mind the walls
I don't mind the walls

Who put the writing on the walls?
Who fights and runs away?
The minutes and the hours
Pass him, tracing out the days
The days and nights drag into years
And no-one ever knows
Oh, and I don't mind the walls

Oh, and I don't mind the walls
I don't mind the walls!

Comments

[twitchfetish.livejournal.com]

Icehouse love.

'Leya love.

Drunken love.

*hugs*

T

[exegesis.livejournal.com]

I love you like whoah, woman, but stop trying to emo icehouse! Leave me one bastion of our childhood, dammit!

*glomps Omis*

You can always take the Vivian approach to walls - if they get in your way, slam right through 'em.

[taleya.livejournal.com]

You, accusng ME of emo? THEM'S FIGHTING WORDS.

Handbags at dawn, ladies. Handbags at dawn.

(And I like the lyrics, so I advise you to heartily consume my fatty lower back muscles :P)