Petals In The Grass
These Walls
No place to call home
Nowhere to go
Just sitting in this small room
Listening to classical music
The thunder is interrupting
As I think of the future
And wonder if I have one
Waiting on a love
A love that is always late
Oh well at least I have a love
Starring at the walls
I want to give into temptation
But I pleased myself yesterday
So I will not today
The music is over
As the walls stand strong
I wish that I could knock them over
And escape into the night
Nowhere to go
Just sitting in this small room
Listening to classical music
The thunder is interrupting
As I think of the future
And wonder if I have one
Waiting on a love
A love that is always late
Oh well at least I have a love
Starring at the walls
I want to give into temptation
But I pleased myself yesterday
So I will not today
The music is over
As the walls stand strong
I wish that I could knock them over
And escape into the night
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These Walls
These Walls