Ryan Adams - Walls

These are the walls Walls our emptiness made And this is the storm Looks like it's gonna hold Yeah, nobody knows Who they are around here anymore Cigarettes and some beers Then it's back in the car [???] Ain't it funny how we forgot who we were through the years Put your fist through the wall cryin' television tears Maybe I had something nobody saw Blame it on the wall Well the rain's gonna come Come and wash away all of our sins And if the damn doesn't break Go and we'll wash it away with some gin Cause they got money to make And I've always got a reason to go Sheets don't move from the bed My head don't move from the floor Ain't it funny how we forgot who we were through the years Put your fist through the wall cryin' television tears Maybe I had something nobody saw Blame it on the wall Ain't it funny how we forgot who we were through the years Put your fist through the wall cryin' television tears Put your fist through the wall cryin' television tears Put your fist through the wall cryin' television tears Put your fist through the wall cryin' television tears Put your fist through the wall cryin' television tears Yeah . . . yeah . . . yeah Oh . . . oh