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When you were a child you spied and no one knew.Under porches you hid while folks looked on confused.You bled from your shins, memories and scars can prove.And ran for your life when the coast was clear and true.This wood, this glass, this home has stories much like your ownThey're hidden in the stone, she whispers what she knows.When the decades had passed they laid brick upon brick of loreWith no eyes just doors, she thinks cars are waves breaking on shore.Remember our apartment filled with smoke down in The CorridorWhen Jimmy barbecued outside our window.Jeff slept in the alley rather than knock on our door.You said the radiator pings were ghosts under the floor.Alright, OK. The clock will tick, the flash bulb will flick.We'll seize it quick, today. Let's weather the wood.These walls would sing if they could.The cracks and chips and bends and warps, it's her attitudeShe's not brand new, she sees everything through.As loud as we could we sang Nina Simone.Television competed with outside our window.The neighbors above moved chairs at 3 in the morn.And I loved you more than ever before.Alright, OK. The slivers will prick, branches grow thick.We'll seize it quick, today. Let's weather the wood.These walls would sing if they could. Aus Songtexte Mania