On a dark street on a cold night pizza's cooking in a storefront oven on the corner a boy is waiting the moonlight feels cold and desperate some hidden sadness has bound down attention is all over town ready to burst open into driving burning exploding sound If these walls could sing they would sing us a hundred songs if these walls could talk they would say they would have seen it coming all along, all along Tony's making slice pies for the lunch rush stirring the sauce pounding out the dough his brother left town with his girl she aint his girl no more And some days they never seem to end So [Unknown] in his home town ready to burst open into driving burning exploding sound. And If these walls could sing they would sing us a hundred songs if these walls could talk they would say they would have seen it coming all along , all along, all along... May all these walls be made in all our wasted years and days not stand in our way that we may feel the window change (change, turn it up [3x]) And If these walls could sing they would sing us a hundred songs if these walls could talk they would say they would have seen it coming, coming, coming all along, all along [x5] Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
