The Walls

She said, "Darling, the walls are closing in
But it feels so divine"
Driving home those daydreams felt so warm
That it's colder inside

My heart is breaking
I hope I'm mistaken
I need to be shaken
When love sings to me through the walls
But these lines are not mine

I am chained to all these memories, stealing every day
I can see the driftwood turning, the shore seems miles away
And I can't shake this vision of the splintered wood that's washed up on the sand

The blues always will be the same, that's what they say
That sounds so divine
But I choose the notes that won't fade and the ones that decay
But when is the time?

She sent a whisper
The mist might eclipse her
While chords move the air, and a wind strips the paint from these walls
And you'll find, the veil hides, despairs we conceal

(I am chained to all these memories, stealing every day
I can see the driftwood turning, the shore seems miles away.)

Memory has played her game
And who's to blame for stolen time?
In her wake, the ripples sure seem miles away

And I can't shake this memory of the splintered wood that's washed up on the sand