It's like coming home to an empty house
That's filled with empty things
A place you left so long ago.

Taking things that meant everything to me
Leaving nothing that I know


So, who built these walls
While I was sleeping?
Filled my well with sand

Who woke me up
While i was dreaming?
Cut off all of my hands


It's like fumbling through a tune
I've sang so many times

But no one who really cares
I'm bleeding from my mouth,
Let everything come out

To find out nothing was there.

So, who built these walls

While I was sleeping?
Filled my well with sand
Who woke me up

While i was dreaming?
Cut off all of my hands
Cut off all of my hands