If I tear all these walls down
I'm left alone with my memories
They're all waiting for me
If I tear all these walls down
I'm left alone with my memories
They're all waiting for me
In evenly measured up columns and rows.
If I walked in your black boots
If I walked in your black dress
Would you hold me tight
Or just beat me for wearing your clothes?
It's a dangerous lesson
To be learned in the dark
It's living this life
Makes it hard
Will I ever visit your tombstone?
Will I ever pay for my crimes?
And, I ask you: If I'm on fire
Why am I so cold?
Will I ever walk through the city
Will I ever look without seeing your face
On every stranger
And every forgotten soul?
I don't know if I'll see you
But I'll be on my guard
It's living this life
It's living this life
It's living this life
Makes it hard
Makes it hard
Makes it hard
Makes it hard
When I finally crumble
I won't have to fall too far
Oh, it's living this life
It's living this life
Well, it's living this life
Makes it hard
Makes it hard
Makes it hard
Makes it hard