These prison walls that hold me here are pictures in my mind
I can't break them down, for fear of what I'll find
A cold and lonely landscape, I'll have to start again
To build another prison to stop them getting in
The shadow of my prison walls are cuttin' out the light
I live inside my lonely cell where every day is night
Cold and damp I hide away, how long will I last?
As a prisoner of love grown cold and memories of the past
I wanna break down these prison walls
I wanna break down these prison walls
I wanna break down these prison walls
When they break down my prison walls where is there to run
Frozen by an ice cold wind and blinded by the sun
If I stand up and try to run I'm kicked down by the wind
These prison walls won't keep them out they only hold me in
Words & Music by W. Beauchamp & D. Beauchamp
Published by MCDP Publishing