Er is een malloot die praat steeds over muren en er is een jongen die zingt erover.
Mijn voorkeur betreft de laatste. Passenger, gewoon mooi.
Walls-tekst.
Well I built these walls with brick and stone,
I built them all around me,
I built these walls a long time ago,
She ain’t gonna take them down no,
She ain’t gonna break them down.
I built these walls with my own two hands,
I laid every single part,
And behind these walls a coward stands,
An ego and a broken heart,
An ego and a broken heart.
Oh, she comes around,
Said if I don’t get lost, I wont get found,
Oh and I turn it round,
Said if I don’t go up,
I won’t come down,
I won’t come down.
Well I built these walls around my chest,
I built them thick and strong,
Oh and she can try her very best,
But they’ve been here for too long.
For long ago there was a girl,
There was a girl,
Who stood there where she stands,
And she reached out right in and took my heart,
And she broke it in her hands,
Oh she broke it in her hands.
Oh, and I suppose,
If there’s no rain-clouds,
Nothing grows,
Oh this I know,
If I don’t get high,
I won’t get low,
Oh and I find her strange,
She wants to climb up but she could fall,
Oh she said I don’t change,
And I’ll live and die,
Behind these walls,
Behind these walls,
Behind these walls.
