Текст песни If These Walls Could Speak - Sean McConnell
Last
night
I
had
a
dream
I
went
back
to
my
old
home
Down
at
200
orange
street
a
long
time
ago,
And
I
walked
up
to
the
front
porch
and
I
opened
the
Screen
door
and
it
hit
me
like
it
never
did
before.
Took
the
stairs
up
to
my
bedroom
where
I
spent
most
Of
my
years,
making
faces
at
my
brother,
holding
him
through
common
fears.
And
I
walked
over
to
the
window
and
my
heart
almost
Died,
I
could
hear
the
neighbors
screamin',
"Come
outside,
come
outside."
And
our
young
voices
make
me
see
the
kind
of
children
that
we
used
to
be.
And
if
these
streets
could
whisper,
If
these
walls
could
speak,
They
would
scream
out
love
they
would
cry
themselves
to
sleep,
They
would
pray
to
Jesus,
they
would
sing
rock
and
Roll,
they
would
laugh
with
each
other,
they
would
live
soul
to
soul.
But
I
guess
that
don't
matter
anyway,
Cuz
if
these
walls
could
speak
I
know
what
they'd
say...
I
know
what
they'd
say.
Took
the
hallway
to
the
bedroom
where
my
parents
used
To
sleep,
where
I'd
sneak
in
during
quiet
and
my
nightmares
grew
too
deep.
And
I
walked
over
to
the
closet
where
my
father
hung
his
ties,
I
still
smell
the
scent
of
cigarettes
and
years
gone
by.
That
closet
used
to
look
so
tall
and
now
everything
Around
here
seems
so
small.
But
if
these
streets
could
whisper,
If
these
walls
could
speak,
They
would
scream
out
love,
they
would
cry
themselves
to
sleep,
They
would
pray
to
Jesus,
they
would
sing
rock
and
Roll,
they
would
laugh
with
each
other,
they
would
live
soul
to
soul.
But
I
guess
that
don't
matter
anyway,
Cuz
if
these
walls
could
speak
I
know
what
they'd
say...
I
know
what
they'd
say.
In
this
dream
of
childhood
memories
some
I
never
will
Forget,
some
I
might
as
well.
Well
most
of
them
have
happy
endings,
Some
of
them
still
burn
like
hell.
. They
burn
like
hell...
they
burn
like
hell,
yeah.
So
to
the
living
room
I
went,
to
where
my
sisters
used
to
sing,
Used
to
get
on
my
last
nerve
now
I'd
give
anything
Just
to
see
them
there
again,
Dancing
like
they
used
to
do,
Spinning
circles
holding
hands
until
I'd
break
on
through.
Well
I
woke
up
when
I
heard
a
shout,
"Ain't
it
beautiful
how
life
turned
out?"
But
if
these
streets
could
whisper,
If
these
walls
could
speak,
They
would
scream
out
love,
they
would
cry
themselves
to
sleep.
They
would
pray
to
Jesus,
they
would
sing
rock
and
Roll,
they
would
laugh
with
each
other,
they
would
live
soul
to
soul.
But
I
guess
that
don't
matter
anyway,
Cuz
if
these
walls
could
speak
I
know
what
they'd
say,
I
know
what
they'd
say,
I
know
what
they'd
say,
I
know
what'd
they
say
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