The room is sad, not happy, words are flying fast, This broken conversation won't, it just cannot last. You say my point of view is bad, not good at all, We're building up a wall so high, a great and mighty wall.

Pre-chorus The air is turning cold, not warm, the tension starts to grow, You say my thinking is too old, not new, it's time to go.

Chorus So let's just go, not stop, and leave this empty space, The truth is moving slow, not quick, it can't keep up the pace. It's getting dark, the night, not day, is falling on our fight, But I still see a guiding light, not dark, a distant, shining sight.