casablancas, julian
my friend the walls
some like to play you blind just to win for a flower to grow the seed must rot change my mind deep in the dark down the left to keep from the nobody's face my friend the walls outside they all grow fear off the record when nobody is there my friend the walls when i get my hands on you oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh when i get my hands on you oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh when i get my hands on you in the dark changes his mind everybody thinks to the name of a street sad solemn day when i get my hands on you oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh when i get my hands on you oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh when i get my hands on you oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh oh writing songs close the door all i've loved since '94 so i don't wanna give away but i give it anyway on the floor close the door i can't watch this anymore