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Walls
Emery Lyrics


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Are you listening?
We write a thousand pages
They're torn and on the floor
Headlights hammer the windows
We're locked behind these doors
And we are never leaving
This place is part of us
And all these scenes repeating
Are cold to the touch

My hands seem to deceive me
When I'm nervous or when I'm healthy
The scenery's all drawn.
They hang here from the walls dear
Painting pictures, bleeding colors
Blanket the windows
Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe
Your eyes see right through me
These fights with your arms left beside
One thing and one more says goodnight
You've got the map come get to me
These knuckles break before they bleed
Tear out these veins that own my heart
This skin that wears your lasting marks
I've built these walls come get to me, come get to me
Is this your lesson, a slight discretion
The lines that keep you, the lines that sweep you
Lock the doors from inside
Your face is so contagious, it wears announcements
It leaves me breathless, I won't forget this, I won't forget
Let the walls have their say
This time the walls will have their say

No conversation, without remorse
And this television drowns the only source
Wake from these dreams of you in my arms
To the staircase where you hold my heart
This place, these walls mean everything to me

Overall Meaning

The song 'Walls' by Emery is a sad story of a couple who are trapped in their own fears, and the walls they have built around themselves. The opening lines convey the idea that the couple is isolated from the outside world and is unlikely to leave. The reference to "torn and on the floor" pages implies that they have tried to write about their feelings but have ended up tearing them all down. The lines "And we are never leaving, This place is part of us" suggest that they have made a prison of their own making and are unable to escape.


As the song progresses, the lyrics convey an image of the couple being emotionally trapped. The words "My hands seem to deceive me, When I'm nervous or when I'm healthy," suggest that the person is suffering from severe anxiety and is unable to control it. The imagery of the scenery being drawn, and bleeding colors suggest that the person is experiencing a sense of emotional chaos. The lyric "These fights with your arms left beside, One thing and one more says goodnight," conveys a sense of being alone in a relationship, with no one to hold on to.


The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "come get to me" over and over again, conveying the sense of desperation the person feels for human contact that is missing in their life. The final lines "This place, these walls mean everything to me," encapsulate the central idea of the song – the Walls that surround them are a symbol of their own making, and the only way they know how to exist.


Line by Line Meaning

Are you listening?
The singer addresses someone and asks if they are paying attention.


We write a thousand pages
They have written a lot about their experiences in this place.


They're torn and on the floor
The writings have been destroyed and scattered on the ground.


Headlights hammer the windows
The light coming from the outside hits the windows with force.


We're locked behind these doors
They are trapped inside this place with no escape.


And we are never leaving
They have accepted their fate and decided to stay in this place forever.


This place is part of us
This place has become a significant and inseparable part of their lives.


And all these scenes repeating
They keep reliving the same experiences over and over again.


Are cold to the touch
Their memories of this place have lost their emotional significance.


My hands seem to deceive me
The artist's body is not responding as they expect it to.


When I'm nervous or when I'm healthy
The singer's mental and physical states affect their body's response to stimuli.


The scenery's all drawn.
The landscapes they observe have been created by their own minds.


They hang here from the walls dear
Their imagined landscapes are now physically present in the form of paintings on the walls.


Painting pictures, bleeding colors
The paintings on the walls are vivid and emotionally charged.


Blanket the windows
The paintings cover the windows, blocking out any external source of light.


Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe
The artist feels suffocated by their mental state and their physical surroundings.


Your eyes see right through me
The artist feels exposed and vulnerable around the addressee.


These fights with your arms left beside
The addressee has not physically fought with the singer, but their absence in moments of conflict feels like a betrayal.


One thing and one more says goodnight
The singer longs for something more in their relationship with the addressee, but the addressee is unable to provide it.


You've got the map come get to me
The artist is lost and needs the addressee to guide them.


These knuckles break before they bleed
The artist is physically and emotionally drained from their struggles, and they feel as if they are on the verge of collapse.


Tear out these veins that own my heart
The artist's emotional attachment to the addressee is overwhelming and unhealthy, and they want to get rid of it.


This skin that wears your lasting marks
The singer is physically marked by their attachment to the addressee.


I've built these walls come get to me, come get to me
The artist has created emotional barriers between themselves and the addressee, but they want the addressee to break down those walls and reach out to them.


Is this your lesson, a slight discretion
The singer wonders if the addressee is purposely teaching them a lesson or if their reactions are part of a conscious decision.


The lines that keep you, the lines that sweep you
The singer feels that there are invisible lines between them and the addressee that both connect and separate them.


Lock the doors from inside
The singer has intentionally created barriers and defenses against the addressee in order to protect themselves.


Your face is so contagious, it wears announcements
The addressee's facial expressions are very expressive and reveal a lot about their feelings and personality.


It leaves me breathless, I won't forget this, I won't forget
The addressee's presence has a strong emotional impact on the artist, and they feel that they will never forget it.


Let the walls have their say
The singer wants to express their feelings and needs, but they feel that the walls and the environment around them have a power of their own and need to be acknowledged.


This time the walls will have their say
The singer has decided to let the emotional tension in their environment take control and dictate their emotional response.


No conversation, without remorse
The artist and the addressee are unable to communicate without experiencing guilt or regret.


And this television drowns the only source
The only source of information or entertainment is the TV, and it consumes all of the artist's attention and energy.


Wake from these dreams of you in my arms
The artist is unable to escape their emotional attachment to the addressee even in their dreams.


To the staircase where you hold my heart
The staircase is a significant location for the singer and represents their strong emotional connection to the addressee.


This place, these walls mean everything to me
The artist's emotional world revolves around this physical space and everything in it.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: YASMIN GREEN, SAM EYES

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@robbob2721

Letra : Are you listening?
We write a thousand pages
They're torn and on the floor
Headlights hammer the windows
We're locked behind these doors
And we are never leaving
This place is part of us
And all these scenes repeating
Are cold to the touch
My hands seem to deceive me
When I'm nervous or when I'm healthy
The scenery's all drawn.
They hang here from the walls dear
Painting pictures, bleeding colors
Blanket the windows
Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe
Your eyes see right through me
These fights with your arms left beside
One thing and one more says goodnight
You've got the map come get to me
These knuckles break before they bleed
Tear out these veins that own my heart
This skin that wears your lasting marks
I've built these walls come get to me, come get to me
Is this your lesson, a slight discretion
The lines that keep you, the lines that sweep you
Lock the doors from inside
Your face is so contagious, it wears announcements
It leaves me breathless, I won't forget this, I won't forget
Let the walls have their say
This time the walls will have their say
No conversation, without remorse
And this television drowns the only source
Wake from these dreams of you in my arms
To the staircase where you hold my heart
This place, these walls mean everything to me



@soiunagalletauwu6045

lyric lml
Are you listening?
We write a thousand pages
They're torn and on the floor
Headlights hammer the windows
We're locked behind these doors
And we are never leaving
This place is part of us
And all these scenes repeating
Are cold to the touch
My hands seem to deceive me
When I'm nervous or when I'm healthy
The scenery's all drawn.
They hang here from the walls dear
Painting pictures, bleeding colors
Blanket the windows
Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe
Your eyes see right through me
These fights with your arms left beside
One thing and one more says goodnight
You've got the map come get to me
These knuckles break before they bleed
Tear out these veins that own my heart
This skin that wears your lasting marks
I've built these walls come get to me, come get to me
Is this your lesson, a slight discretion
The lines that keep you, the lines that sweep you
Lock the doors from inside
Your face is so contagious, it wears announcements
It leaves me breathless, I won't forget this, I won't forget
Let the walls have their say
This time the walls will have their say
No conversation, without remorse
And this television drowns the only source
Wake from these dreams of you in my arms
To the staircase where you hold my heart
This place, these walls mean everything to me



All comments from YouTube:

@KarunaSatoriASMR

I love this album. I'm bawling listening to this music.. But then I watch the video and laugh so hard at how serious they are jamming haha. Love them xo

@RPGyinyang

The album is beyond brilliance. Loved The Question as well.

@spittyf3263

Laughing is for casuals. This is for the bawling folks.

@AH-ov1pe

I love how they’re all wearing sweaters with button down shirts. It looks like you’d find them in a law school library lol

@landenfallsable

Keyboard comes in and there headbanging so hard to it. That's what gets me. Also best part

@C.good2damax

PASSION

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@maxpow99

2020 and Emery is still dope

@xTaftx

That coronavirus though.

@emeryhersh8702

Thanks bro!😂👌

@dcconcertclipguy7013

hell yeah duuude

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