Words of the Walls

First nights and last days, the occasional new paint
Floors are better little scuffed and scarred
Seems over the long years everyone's lived here
Rode the elevator made of bars
How does it still run? It's carried everyone

Getting a start in these character apartments
The rooms at the Roslyn have seen it all
The birth of the stories, the sorrows and glories
If you could only hear the words of the walls

A lost lover's laughter and the tears that came after
All the different ships that pass in the night
And that same square of sun never fails to come
So warm and a little too bright
Shines 'til the day is done ('til the setting of the sun)
They can wait for the next one

Getting a start in these character apartments
The rooms at the Roslyn have seen it all
The birth of the stories, the sorrows and glories
If you could only hear the words of the walls

Lessons learned, counters burned
By the candles blazing at both ends
Barely paid the rent till the time was spent
And cardboard boxes came out again
Corrugated bookends

The timeless transcendence of young independence
Never gets old though the lease is done
Another moving day comes (making a bubble wrap run)
They can wait for the next ones

Getting a start in these character apartments
The rooms at the Roslyn have seen it all
The birth of the stories, the sorrows and glories
If you could only hear the words of the walls
If you could only hear the words of the walls
If you could only hear the words of the walls