If These Walls Could Speak
Rip the pictures down
Replace the shades and glass
Paint brand new colour schemes for memories that last
Here like a diary, these walls have seen some time
They've been inspiring, They've been my damn confines
So pack it up now, move your life on somewhere
To brand new memories and other people who care
Feel the autumn breeze out on the city streets
And one more time we sing
If these walls could speak they'd have some stories to tell
They'd have you weak at your knees out by the wishing well
If these walls could speak
They'd go on and on and on and on and on
We've been up and we've been down
We've been riding this one horse town
We've been pretending really hard that we've got it figured out now
We've been riding like on the wings on an angel
Some say the wings of the devil but we couldn't get that far
I used to have the gas to gun it
Hit the ground I'm always running
Lived more life than you could fathom and i've figured out
That I'm a self destructive asshole
A piece of work for you to handle
And I'll let you down
If these walls could speak they'd have some stories to tell
They'd have you weak at your knees out by the wishing well
If these walls could speak
They'd go on and on and on and on and on
Replace the shades and glass
Paint brand new colour schemes for memories that last
Here like a diary, these walls have seen some time
They've been inspiring, They've been my damn confines
So pack it up now, move your life on somewhere
To brand new memories and other people who care
Feel the autumn breeze out on the city streets
And one more time we sing
If these walls could speak they'd have some stories to tell
They'd have you weak at your knees out by the wishing well
If these walls could speak
They'd go on and on and on and on and on
We've been up and we've been down
We've been riding this one horse town
We've been pretending really hard that we've got it figured out now
We've been riding like on the wings on an angel
Some say the wings of the devil but we couldn't get that far
I used to have the gas to gun it
Hit the ground I'm always running
Lived more life than you could fathom and i've figured out
That I'm a self destructive asshole
A piece of work for you to handle
And I'll let you down
If these walls could speak they'd have some stories to tell
They'd have you weak at your knees out by the wishing well
If these walls could speak
They'd go on and on and on and on and on
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Writer(s): Steven Jackson
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