Wall could talk

Lyrics

IF THESE WALLS COULD TALK [Intro – Soft Piano + Distant Violin] If these walls could talk… God, I wonder what they’d say. They’ve seen every tear we cried And every night we prayed the pain would go away. [Verse 1 – Acoustic Guitar, Low Vocal] If these walls could talk, they’d tell you everything I’m too scared to say out loud, They’d tell you ’bout the cold nights When the oven was the only warmth around. No gas for the heaters, No money for the bill, We’d pull the blankets to our chins And pray the morning came still. They’d tell you ’bout the nights We went to bed with empty plates, Too scared to tell Daddy we were hungry, ’Cause we knew there wasn’t food anyway. The refrigerator was empty, But we learned to stay quiet, ’Cause sometimes being hungry Felt safer than starting a fight. [Pre-Chorus – Piano Builds] And every time the lights went out, We’d strike another candle flame, Pretend that darkness wasn’t scary, Pretend that everything was okay. [Chorus – Full Band, Emotional] If these walls could talk, They’d tell you why I’m broken, Why I keep my heart locked up And leave so many words unspoken. They’d tell you ’bout the bruises We learned to hide beneath our clothes, And every night we wondered Which version of him was coming home. If these walls could talk, They’d tell you where the pain began, How a kid can learn to fear The sound of footsteps in the hall. I spent my whole life running From a house that wasn’t home, If these walls could talk, They’d tell you why I hate being alone. [Verse 2 – Acoustic + Violin] They’d tell you ’bout the closet When the house wasn’t clean, How we’d sit there in the darkness Trying not to make a sound or breathe. A child shouldn’t know How to disappear that young, Shouldn’t know how to read a grown man’s face Before he even says a word. Some nights we slept in one room, Put the dresser by the door, ’Cause we were scared of what his mood would be When he walked through it from work. We listened for his footsteps, Every second felt like war, And prayed that when the handle turned He wouldn’t come through that door. [Bridge 1 – Piano Only + Violin] I still hear those footsteps When the house is quiet now, Still feel like I’m that little kid With my back against the wall. I learned to sleep with one eye open, I learned that love could hurt, And somewhere in that little house I stopped believing I deserved better. [Verse 3 – Electric Guitar Enters Slowly] Then we moved in with Mama, Thought maybe we’d finally be safe, But every other night we heard Her boyfriend screaming in her face. We’d hear her crying through the bedroom, Hear the fighting through the walls, She’d lock the door behind her And we’d pray he wouldn’t come at all. Some nights we slept beside her, Just to keep him from coming near, Held onto Mama in the darkness While she cried away her tears. We were children trying to protect her, When somebody should’ve protected us, We didn’t understand the world back then, We just knew the world was rough. [Chorus – Bigger, Drums + Electric Guitar] If these walls could talk, They’d tell you why I’m broken, Why I keep my heart locked up And leave so many words unspoken. They’d tell you ’bout the bruises We learned to hide beneath our clothes, And every night we wondered Which version of him was coming home. If these walls could talk, They’d tell you where the pain began, How a kid can learn to fear The sound of footsteps in the hall. I spent my whole life running From a house that wasn’t home, If these walls could talk, They’d tell you why I hate being alone. [Bridge 2 – Music Drops, Raw Vocal + Piano] And every year we packed our bags, Another eviction, another goodbye, Another landlord telling us We couldn’t stay another night. We never had a front porch Where we knew we’d always belong, Never had a bedroom wall Where we could measure how we’d grown. We just kept moving boxes, Kept carrying all our pain, Changing addresses every year But somehow nothing ever changed. [Breakdown – Violin + Acoustic Guitar] Maybe that’s why I get nervous When somebody calls a place “home.” Maybe that’s why I hate goodbyes, Maybe that’s why I’m scared to be alone. ’Cause home was never safety. Home was never peace. Home was learning how to suffer And pretending not to scream. [Final Chorus – Full Band, Huge Emotional Climax] If these walls could talk, They’d tell you every secret, Every hungry night we swallowed Just because we couldn’t speak it. They’d tell you ’bout the candles, When the electricity was gone, And the little kids pretending That the darkness wasn’t wrong. They’d tell you ’bout the bruises, The closets and the fear, The dresser by the doorway And the footsteps getting near. They’d tell you about Mama And the nights she’d cry alone, And the children sleeping beside her Just to keep her safe at home. If these walls could talk, I wonder if they’d tell you this— We weren’t bad kids, We were kids that learned to live through hell like this.