And as it gets dark in this house of hallways

And no corridor leads to the stairs

With still wet black paint on all the windows

We got no clocks cause time don't care here



So tell me your name young noble stranger

And tell me just what we're doing here

Have you painted walls with all the answers

Have you hidden doors with all our fears



Cause the soul's rock hard but the heart's trapped underneath

And the weight of it all gets enough just to crush the best out of you and me

But I swear that there's someone who cares here enough to set us free

And if the world don't turn just enough to bring her honest

Then I guess we're better off forgotten



The walls stay too thin in this house of hallways

They let through the echoes and the stares

And they'll bleed bright red with scribbled riddles

Scratched out of their panels by angered air

Cause God knows I've made all my own choices

And if I drown alone it's cause I choose

To spend my time drinking in the stairwells

When we've both got way too much to prove

What he said is