All I need is another call from you
Doesn\'t matter how many minutes we use
Need to hear the sound of your voice to soothe
What more is there for me to do
This room alone again
The walls have become my best friends
Late into the night, we have conversations.
Conversations alone with these walls
Echoing in mind, deep in the halls
I say their color is beige, and they say their tan
Arguing with a wall does not make me a crazy man
This room deep in my mind
Trying to master my thoughts
So many secrets, if these walls could talk.
If they told the truth, I would say that\'s a lie.
But where else is there for me to hide
As night comes outside, I close my eyes.
Outside these walls is where my dreams float high.
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