Walls In Time Lyrics - District Line - Bob Mould

Is it a crime to want to show your soul? 

Waste enough time, another black hole 

Misguided, not even lost, not even sure 

Now find the disease or the cure 

Has life lost all its glory and wonder? 

Sad tales are told again and again 

Sleep, toss and turn my old bed 

What a tale again and again 

Now all the stories of the world could fit in a building 

In a building high and wide 

Filed under headings that no one's quite sure of 

'Cause Lord knows that everyone tried 

When the pen meets the paper 

When the mind it begins to stray 

How a soul could lose its will to explain 

Oh, explain again and again 

Day after day, day after day, day after day 

We all cry once in a while 

It doesn't fit well with your smile 

But then are those tears, are they for real? 

Again and again that's how you feel 

If I was losing life, when picked from the ground 

A nice arrangement for the occasion 

But flowers when moved from place to place 

Lose all meaning, dislocation, dislocation in you 

In a fit of [Incomprehensible] night 

A flame attempts to spark us all 

Ignite, burn, candle light 

A waste of time, another dead soul 

With these walls around my soul could talk 

The words would lose importance 

Within these walls 

I hoax up to these words 

We all wanna leave a mark somewhere 

For those of us who feign to care 

And all and fortune in times, we find a way 

To build up these walls in time 

To build up these walls in time 

Is it a crime?