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lyrics: J. Morse © 1986 The walls have all been built But at least I can still get out If I could reach the ceiling I'd escape, I have no doubt, I could be free The roof's still only lengths of pine Through the beams, I see the sun But a misstep on the rafters Is sure to leave me undone, it's plain to see Maybe love's the same situation Missteps lead to pain and tribulation It makes me wish I was possessed of second sight And after dusk when I look to the heavens The stars might align into lucky sevens And maybe you'll appear to get me through the night The roof is closing in on me now But at least there's still a hole I can see another side of me The one that reflects my soul, and looks like you The window that opens onto my heart And bonds it to the stars Not to people - they hurt too much Would you like to see the scars? They show right through. Maybe love's the same situation Missteps lead to pain and tribulation It makes me wish I was possessed of second sight And after dusk when I look to the heavens The stars might align into lucky sevens And maybe you'll appear to get me through the night I'm trying hard to reach you The gap is closing fast Please help me mend the tears In the fabric of my past Maybe love's the same situation Missteps lead to pain and tribulation It makes me wish I was possessed of second sight And after dusk when I look to the heavens The stars might align into lucky sevens And maybe you'll appear to get me through the night |