Lyrics:

as performed by Bob Mouldas interpreted by Matthew SavoieIs it a crime, to want to show your soulWe've wasted our time, another black holeThis guide is not even lost, not even sureNow find the disease or the cureHas life lost all its glory and wonderSad tales are told again and againSleep toss and turn my old bedWhat a tale, again and againNow all the stories of the world could fit in a buildingIn a building high and wideWell it's filed under headdingsThat no one's quite sure ofBut Lord knows that everyone triedWhen the pen meets the paperWhen the mind, it begins to strayHow a sould can lose its will to explainOh explain, again and againDay after day, day after day, day after day.Oh-- oh-- no no no...We all cry once in a whileIt doesn't fit well with your smileBut then are those tears, are they for realAgain and again it's how you feelIf I was losing life, when picked from the groundA nice arrangement for the occationBut when flowers when moved from place to placeLose all meaning, dislocation, dislocationMmmmmm oh ah--- no now...When a sleepless nightA flame attempts to spark us allWe might burn, candle lightA waste of time, another dead soulIf these walls around my soul could talkThe words would lose importanceWithin these walls I holdSo hear these wordsWe all want to leave a mark somewhereWith those of us who feign to careIf all fortune its times we find a wayTo build up these walls in time, to build up these walls in time.Is it a crime?

Bob Mould Walls In Time