paroles de chanson These Walls - Sera
They
built
up
strong
foundations
For
a
house
they
made
a
home,
From
stones
they
carved
out
of
the
mountainside.
They
filled
it
with
a
family,
With
noise
they
fueled
the
fire,
A
haven
that
was
safe
from
war
and
life.
And
the
chapel
bells
rang
out
for
all
the
miners
and
their
kin.
If
only
they
could
see
the
state
I'm
in.
As
I'm
peeling
back
the
paper,
Layer
upon
layer,
Stories
are
still
hanging
in
the
air.
And
they
speak
to
me
of
wonder,
The
struggle
of
it
all,
Thinking
of
the
ones
that
went
before,
And
it's
all
here
in
these
walls.
The
village
streets
were
empty,
As
the
snow,
it
raged
outside.
The
winter
days
of
1917.
The
house
fell
sadly
silent.
Another
missing
boy.
We'll
never
know
the
horrors
that
he's
seen
And
the
chapel
bells
rang
out
for
all
the
soliders
and
their
kin.
If
only
they
could
see
the
state
I'm
in.
As
I'm
peeling
back
the
paper,
Layer
upon
layer,
Stories
are
still
hanging
in
the
air.
And
they
speak
to
me
of
sorrow,
The
ruin
of
it
all,
Thinking
of
the
ones
that
went
before,
And
it's
all
here
in
these
walls.
The
builders,
long
forgotten.
Old
occupants,
unknown.
But
this
house
is
still
a
home.
I'm
standing
in
the
doorway
with
a
paintbrush
in
my
hand,
Trying
to
make
some
sweet
sense
of
this
place.
The
stairs,
they
may
be
broken,
And
the
carpet's
wearing
thin,
But
a
beating
heart
and
soul
still
remains.
And
though
the
chapel
bells
no
longer
ring
And
the
mine,
it
makes
no
sound,
This
little
house
will
soon
be
singing
out.
As
I'm
peeling
back
the
paper,
Layer
upon
layer,
Stories
are
still
hanging
in
the
air.
And
they
speak
to
me
of
wonder,
The
wisdom
of
it
all,
Thinking
of
the
ones
that
went
before,
And
it's
all
here
in
these
walls.
It's
all
here
in
these
walls.
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