I go searching through this world I wait on something to unfurl Thinking back on toys and paper dolls Now all I ever find are walls Tried to find myself out East Maybe find comfort there at least When I got there all I found Somebody burned it to the ground So let your trumpets blow Round the walls of Jericho Let your mighty voices sound Until the walls come tumbling down Searched for days for you out West And I was greeted like a guest Into the deserts open arms Finding not your childlike charms If these thoughts I hold be true Ill lay down my traveling shoes And let the vines grow over me Let the earth swallow my dreams And let my trumpet blow Round the walls of Jericho Let my mighty voice be heard Then speak not another word Throw your arrows and your slings And your other precious things Outside your gate I will stand tall As you cower behind your wall Look inside yourself to see Where these walls appear to be Let your soul step out to breathe Swallow whole your dignity And let your trumpet blow Round the walls of Jericho Let your mighty voices sound Until the walls come tumbling downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
