On the radio today, I heard them talking 'bout the great white way. And the secrets we still hide make us tell ourselves these lies.

We use our secrets for a wall, we wrap the wall around our soul, the wall is only just so strong while the secrets left untold!

In that House up on the Hill, a voice rings out for the people's will. And the promises they make....could it be time for the last crusade?

We all have faces that are bright, we all have faces that are dark, when we try to judge the heart sometimes we found out who we're Not!

As the consequences fall, dis-ease and hate are the top of that wall. And as the road winds up ahead, I think of things I never did or said.

Baby there are lines all over the world, there are lines we should never cross, there are lines we balance on when we cannot make the choice.
All lines we balance on, all the faces we put on, all the secrets we still hide someday may wash out with the tide....