pulley - padded cell 4 walls pt.2 lyrics
going back to yesterday, tomorrow’s almost near
antic-p-tion factors in decisions everywhere
and anger fills the mood right now, there’s no more novelties
hands on the clock moving, i’m going nowhere
the nights are nothing like the nights before
these same four walls are painted white
the tv set, it’s broke, all my friends have left to call
the silence still disturbs me, i’m alone
pick my pen up, it’s dried out for sure
the tv set is broke again
it’s eight ‘o’ clock, i’m out the door
it’s eight ‘o’ clock, i’m out the door
fear myself but i’m safe inside these walls
close my mind, nothing gets to me at all
these days are shorter and the nights are really long
another night of nothing, like the nothing before
another night of nothing, like the nothing before
hands on the clock moving, i’m going nowhere
and i wonder why you’re still afraid of me
these same four walls are padded white
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