These walls have eyes and ears and souls
Every last inch at your disposal
Did you ever think
That we'd run
It was the timing the timing so
We see the beauty in the dischord
This lonely king walks through his land
They want blood, oh, happy neighbor
Line up on the hill
It was the timing the timing so
We see the beauty in the dischord
It was the timing the timing so
We see the beauty in the dischord
Getting you off you off
We could be happy
In time in time
Getting you off you off
We could be happy
In time in time
