We build these walls of stone And then they crumble back to dirt We spin these tales of love Out of trust, and hope and hurt Underneath our wounds Where our demons have their home The truth can be exposed There's a strength in letting go
Whoa Oh
Hills to climb Hills to climb
Dreaming of a view From an empire in the sky Golden gates can wait Where the dust turns back to life And the sense of time will shift And the rivers ever flow When our hearts grow tired and cold There's a strength in letting go
