Here is another set of lyrics from Bob Mould's oh so excellent District Line, though you should really listen to the song . . . .
WALLS IN TIME
Is it a crime to want to show your soul?
Waste enough time, another black hole
Misguided, not even lost, not even sure
Now find the disease or the cure
Has life lost all its glory and wonder
Sad tales are told again and again
Sleep, toss and turn, my old bed
What a tale, again and again
Now all the stories of the world could fit in a building
In a building high and wide
Filed under headings that no one's quite sure of
Lord knows that everyone tried
When the pen meets the paper
When the mind, it begins to stray
How a soul could lose its will to explain
Oh, explain again and again
Day after day, day after day, day after day
Flowers losing life when picked from the ground
A nice arrangement for the occasion
But flowers, when moved from place to place
Lose all meaning, dislocation, dislocation
In a fit of fitless night, a flame attempts to spark a soul
Ignite, burn, candle light, a waste of time, another dead soul
If these walls around my soul could talk
The words would lose importance
Within these walls I hold so dear these words
We all want to leave a mark somewhere
For those of us who feign to care
In all unfortunate times we find a way
To build up these walls in time
To build up these walls in time
Is it a crime?
--Bob Mould
