|
Chorus
|
The walls have ears, the windows have eyes
|
and a wise man tells no lies
|
The walls have ears, the windows have eyes
|
and a dead man tells no lies
|
Repeat
|
No lies, no lies, no lies
|
And a dead man tells no lies
|
If these walls could talk
|
They would tell you things you wouldn't believe
|
These windows have seen sights you couldn't imagine
|
And it can't be erased by Windex or a coat of paint
|
Chorus
|
Surprise!!!
|
For each and every wall that ever stood it has a story
|
Some are not so obvious and some are self-explantory
|
It's padded wall in my laboratory
|
They're lookin through the keyhole of you dormitory
|
Meanwhile, up in my observatory, my telescope sees the glory
|
And it also sees the horror and the gory they speak derogatory
|
These walls in this hotel room
|
Tell more tales about fat tales and head
|
It was heard but never said, instead the walls bleed
|
Yeah, while they bleeding
|
You could hear the couples cheating, undercover meetings
|
Behind these seedy motel walls best believe they had it all
|
Wreaking balls don't bounce against the wall
|
to make that building fall
|
The walls outside my apartment complex
|
building projects are so complex
|
Yet they are taken all out of text
|
Like the wall of Berlin, the wall of 'Nam, the wall of China
|
And my tag on the wall as a reminder
|
Chorus
|
Now of course the eyes are the true windows to the soul
|
As well as the window to the world's soul
|
Whether plain glass or stained glass
|
Every set of eyes has a set of windows with a set of eyes
|
Now tell me what the world would be
|
if we did not have windows (We did not have windows)
|
You would hardly ever catch the criminal or see the swindle
|
Everyone inside would need A/C when they assemble
|
A private penitentiary at home is what it might resemble
|
See my window-pane got so much pain
|
The glass is busting out the frame
|
So let the candle kindle in the window as a symbol
|
I be leavin' my window open hoping that I might get a breeze
|
But when the wind comes in the eyes
|
come in and eyes don't seem to want to leave
|
Because spying eyes by eyeing the prize
|
and eyeing on your movement
|
You can change your wall and windows
|
with some building home improvement
|
But looky looos they still be trying
|
you look inside your window
|
The walls will hear it ever single time you voice crescendos
|
It's enough to make you tremble, leave you in limbo
|
Can it also be simple?
|
Because these are fundamentals
|
for the mental so don't get sentimental
|
Because these are not your windows
|
these wall are really rentals
|
They know everything your into
|
And all the business that you tend to
|
So keep your windows rolled up
|
and don't hold up the wall against the floor
|
And while you're window shopping
|
don't bother stopping at my store
|
I put a note in the window, but you couldn't read what is said
|
So I took a rock and carved it in the glass and it read:
|
Chorus
|
Repeat
|
|
|
-----------------
|
the walls and the windows
|
| aceyalone |
