Five Stone Walls
Made up my home
May never
Never leave
Going to hate those walls
Till the day I die
Seven long months
Spent in the ground
I lived in a hole
Behind them walls
Five walls made up my home
Five walls made out of stone
For seven months
It hollowed me out
Hollowed out my body
Like insects do the poppy
I did seven months on my knees
Pride was a luxury
Still I held onto you
And I had no pride
Without pride
I held out for you
I sratched a number
Off a whole lot of numbers
Passed my fingers
Across your face
Where your picture lay
I was the walking sleeping
There was no rest for me
I had to walk that one straight path
Oh back and forth and back and forth
I've been walking
Now for ten weeks
I don't remember
I follow the line
I follow the line till the end
I don't remember
Eighty-seven days
Eighty-seven days
And just a picture
This way my ride
There was no one else inside
This was my road
It took me back
It took me forward
Four hundred miles
Four hundred miles
The open whites gates
The set me free
But I will not be
I will not be
Until four hundred miles are behind me
Who'll be there to meet me?
May never
Never leave
Going to hate those walls
Till the day I die
Seven long months
Spent in the ground
I lived in a hole
Behind them walls
Five walls made up my home
Five walls made out of stone
For seven months
It hollowed me out
Hollowed out my body
Like insects do the poppy
I did seven months on my knees
Pride was a luxury
Still I held onto you
And I had no pride
Without pride
I held out for you
I sratched a number
Off a whole lot of numbers
Passed my fingers
Across your face
Where your picture lay
I was the walking sleeping
There was no rest for me
I had to walk that one straight path
Oh back and forth and back and forth
I've been walking
Now for ten weeks
I don't remember
I follow the line
I follow the line till the end
I don't remember
Eighty-seven days
Eighty-seven days
And just a picture
This way my ride
There was no one else inside
This was my road
It took me back
It took me forward
Four hundred miles
Four hundred miles
The open whites gates
The set me free
But I will not be
I will not be
Until four hundred miles are behind me
Who'll be there to meet me?
Credits
Writer(s): Simon Bonney, Bronwyn Bonney, Mick Harvey
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