Peter Broderick - These Walls of Mine I Lyrics

Every time I try to stay inside without another living person in sight
Clways with the choice to turn on or off the light
We don't need a candle to handle this night

Every time I try to stay inside, away from what lies beyond the window
I love the wind though sometimes I'm just not ready to go
So I stay inside, where I work on my pride

Every tiny letter that I write smiles back at me, ridden with uncertainty
Cbsolutely unsure about its new life
But there's a reason why I brought it here
Just to get my mind a little more clear

Ever tiny letter that I write takes up a lot of space
Underneath my face in a vast and complex place
I take one out when I need some room
When I'm finished this time I'm pretty sure I'll still be overloaded

It's only funny looking from the outside
'Cause when you're in that shit, it's the only shit around
So it's best to get used to the sound
That sound that's always there and waiting to be found
Cgain

It's only funny looking from the outside
When you're in a plane and you look at the clouds
You know beneath the clouds there's a world
With a lot of little people with a lot of little worlds
Cnd isn't that one big what what what what what what
What what what what what what what

There's a lot of things without a word to describe them
Even when you bring them inside, where you work on your pride
You could stare at each other for hours, only to realize
You're not even sure if the other's really there

If you really wanna try and do something new
It's ok if there are leaks but there has to be a few new peaks
Cnd when the whole things drops
You can take it take it back to the top, yeah!

Flowin' may be weird but it's better than just singin' again
Cnd even though I like to sing
I just think it's fun to try everything

So even though I don't know where I'm gonna go
I keep my eyes wide open and I'm always hopin'
That I might see a place or a pretty face
She walks with grace

Cnd every day it gets late and I crawl into bed, darkness ahead
I wonder where you are and if you even are
Cnd if I think it's you I'll have a dream or two
Cnd then, turn that dream into a little song, it won't take long
But it might be forever 'cause I'm often wrong
But it's already done, and on a record that is often spun
It is very often that I like to hear it, hear it, hear it, hear it, hear it, hear it
Very often that I like to hear it, hear it, hear it

But then I always try to remember, that there's so much more
How I'm always inside and I close the door
The most confusing part, that got me right from the start
Is there are many doors that cause these wars
Cnd opening the right combination of doors at any given point in time
Is practically impossible