We collect our piles of stones.
Weather-worn but ours alone.
I'm not sure what we'll choose to build.
The cracks have grown - cold water's stilled.
We've set our course by falling stars,
Held onto hope, beneath the scars.
Chipped away hard won facades.
We've fight ourselves ... we fight the odds.
Your smile takes me to the past.
The feeling's strong but will it last?
But something's hollow at the heart.
Still disconnected, still far apart.
All those times I've met your eyes.
I've seen your truth, I've seen your lies.
We're more than just the things we need.
We'll pick some flowers from the weeds.
We'll build a bridge or build a wall.
We'll build it long or build it tall.
It may stand or may just fall.
We'll build a bridge or build a wall …
Or build a wall.
We've gone around the world to find.
It was one step backward all the time.
Memories are a two edged sword.
We're keeping things we can't afford.
Weighed down by our shared debts.
What to forgive, what to forget?
It's where we end, not where we start,
That shapes the limit ... of the heart.
We'll build a bridge or build a wall.
We'll build it long or build it tall.
It may stand or may just fall.
We'll build a bridge or build a wall.
We'll build a bridge or build a wall.
We'll build it long or build it tall.
It may stand or may just fall.
We'll build a bridge or build a wall ...
Or build a wall.