These walls have their own eyes.
These Holes see right through my life. 
The got their own minds and the whole about our kind and a wish they could tell us a story.

I have been told there are wise men. No one knows it better. Ohhh ohh ohh. There are places where I have been, where they seen just a little too much. 

Some floors know their young and old. And some are better left alone. And the streets you roll are filled with gold if you can see between the lines. It can take us through time.

I have been told there are wise men. No one knows it better. Ohhh ohh ohh. There are places where I have been, where they seen just a little to much. Just a little too much. Take us through time.