Build walls, build them high.
Soon this heart will wither and dry.
Then my feelings will leave or die.
Build the walls, build 'em high.

Deep depression sets in,
afraid of what was lost.
Scared into a quiet,
wanting happiness at any cost.

Upon meeting, you were amazing.
Drew me ever closer to you.
Was it love or recovery,
maybe affection long over-due?

Build walls, build them high.
Soon this heart will wither and dry.
Then all my feelings will leave or die.
Build the walls, build 'em high.

Locked into a trance,
fear of my own thoughts.
Will you have the patience-
the will that I long sought?

I'm tired of being vulnerable-
wearing my emotions on my sleeve.
I'm tired of not knowing-
whether it's better to stay or leave.

Build walls, build them high.
Soon this heart will wither and dry.
Then all my feelings will leave or die.
Build the walls, build 'em high.

I want to let go;
I want to give in.
Please don't let me?
Keep me close 'til the end?

I know it may hurt,
putting up with me.
But always know I'll love you.
I really hope you see.

Build walls, build them high.
Soon this heart will wither and dry.
Then all my feelings will leave or die.
Build the walls, build 'em high.

Destroy the walls,
tear them down!
Then under all the rubble,
my heart can be found.

Destroy the walls!
Tear them down!
Awaiting amongst the rubbish,
YOUR heart will be found.