© 2026 Molly Bern If Walls Could Talk We carried the boxes in through the door, With dreams of a life on the hardwood floor, Slapped on a coat of "Agreeable Grey," We swore to ourselves we'd do it our way, Bought into promises, swallowed the pitch, Building a castle of paper and stitch Oh, if these walls could talk, they'd scream out loud About the wreckage we hid from the crowd, They'd tell you 'bout the midnight crying spells And all the secrets locked in empty cells, You can paper the cracks and dim the lights, But timber remembers the sleepless nights The years kept passing, the coffee went cold, While we played out the scripts we were sold, Signed on the dotted line, we took the deed, On a foundation of silence and greed, Mortar was mixed when the tempers were quick, Hard as the concrete, the secrets stayed thick Oh, if these walls could talk, they'd scream out loud About the wreckage we hid from the crowd, They'd tell you 'bout the midnight crying spells And all the secrets locked in empty cells, You can paper the cracks and dim the lights, But timber remembers the sleepless nights Then the floorboards gave way under the strain, Ran out of aspirin to dull the pain, We stopped dimming the lights, stopped playing nice, At last we stopped paying the heavy price, Ghosts in the hallway stopped holding their breath, Choked on the quiet, chose life over death At last the walls talked, they didn't hold back, Screamed out the truth through each dry-rotted crack, They told of midnights and breaking the spells, Emptying out all those sorrowful wells, We quit hiding the cracks, turned on the lights, Finally walked out on the sleepless nights Just timber and stone, Left the weight alone, Not a word unspoken, Every silence broken, Hear the sound of a house coming down, Down to the cold, hard ground, Let it fall, brick by brick, Let the dust settle thick, Oh-oh, oh-oh
