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Wall to Wall Sessions (Chris Mills) · Wall To Wall (French Montana) · Off the Wall: Ten Years of Wall of Sound (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Wall To Wall (French Montana) · Wall to Wall Richard Rodgers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Off the Wall, Vol. 1 & 2: Off the Wall and Skeletons in the Closet (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Wall to Wall (Chris Brown) · Wall to Wall (Chris Brown) · Blue Foundation (Blue Foundation) · Foundation Singers: Revival Classics, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


I cling to a wire
A distant sight of sand
My body is tired
But I'm walking by command

A foundation is fading
I've lost all memory of land
Quite stark
The roses trimmed and the windows dark
I see the walls through a limestone crack
Not red not blue not yellow but black
And all the spaces
Tall as the sky
Movement passi'n me by
When you blush
What a rush
Reminisce
Cold crush
Next door ear to the wall
All the tension on me for
And there's a room suspended in the air
Echoes screaming through my empty soul
And when it melts in my mouth
Well then I just don't know

Ivy on the wall
Tall as the sky
Movement passi'n me by
When you blush
What a rush
Reminisce
Cold crush
Next door ear to the wall
All the tension on me for
draggin' out from light to light
Some wino walks along the curb and drinks his empty bottle in the street
These apartment walls are thin and the sound just
And leave behind you the hurt you've had before 
There's a room in my heart for you 
 
We'll paint the walls from blue to white 
And set the mood by
going insane
THEY sold me to this little shop
Where I remain

Living Dead, I'm feeling like a Living Dead
Living Dead, two blue eyes in an empty head
water
Down through empty corridors of stone
Each of the blind glass walls she passes
Shows her twin in sudden flashes
Which is the mirror image, which
and cry.

The ballroom is quiet and empty,
Where the bands once used to play;
And the battlefields are resting and still,
With the ghosts of the blue
By black we ride, or so they say
Our need for reason, there greed is paid
Powers rumble for spiritual sway
Paths are laid then leaders stray

It's
why did you do it?
In an empty room watching my shadow on the wall
Walkin' around going nowhere at all
While daylight dies away
All I know right now
Is
It's a game of seek and find
Run the maze with lots of lines in the walls

And this is what I mean by that 
This is what I mean by that
This is what
blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say,
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train
We can
infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she
Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo, 'This is what
Salvation must be like after a while'
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way
Hanging side by side on the wall

Down at Joe's place
It's still the old way
Pickled eggs in a jar
And a blue ribbon sign
Ol' boys and bankers
infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she
blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say,
mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D"
the fan
I was driven so hard
By the sound of my heart
When the walls surround
In deeper shades of blue
And there's no voice of reason inside you
goin'? Where've you been?
Making wishes, watching dreams

It might be simple, it might be true, I might be overwhelmed by you
You might be empty
goin'? Where've you been?
Making wishes, watching dreams

It might be simple, it might be true, I might be overwhelmed by you
You might be empty
Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo, 'This is what
Salvation must be like after a while'
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way