The Wall Of Sound
I sit alone; On a wooden chair; The windows are shut; I don't care whats out there; The walls are white; With no distractions and I stare; At them and see a meadow somewhere; A scar less bayou is in my room; It's here so close ; Nobody's around; Just me and the wall of sound; Just a wall of sound; And I sit for hours with all my toys to play; And ignorance is so good to me; A scar less bayou is in my room; It's here so close ; Nobody's around; Just me and the wall of sound; Just a wall of sound; Someone approached me; I knew I could have her; I didn't hear a words at all; Just saw the meadow again; But it was different from back then; So strange; And I'm lost ; So many bad weeds; When I was young ; There was no reflection; All that I saw ; Was good for me; 