Dark and grey, these prison walls, are all I can offer you.
Concrete slabs in piled rubble, are all I can offer you.
I see the fence that divides us,
Imposing itself upon the sky.
A pathway to ruin,
For one of us must die.

My hand trembles, and shudders to the rhythm of the harrowing, haunting night.
I lie awake, suspended in tears, in the harrowing, haunting night.
Silence broken here and there,
By a speeding car, a drunken cry.
The slow realization,
That one of us must die.

Dark and grey, these prison walls, are all I can offer you.
This derelict house can be our palace, for it’s all I can offer you.
And not a soul must know of this,
Only you and I.
A secret life far from the embittered past,
And perhaps we will both survive.

Dark and grey, these prison walls, are all I can offer you.
Dark and grey, these prison walls are all I can offer you.