Walls

I've learned to be concerned with where I place my trust

So I took it off the shelf and packed it up

The table's set, the floor is swept And no one's walking up these steps

But who's to say if in the end

That I'd let them in

Or turn my back again

I don't know why you started knocking on my door

Each time I find myself giving more

It's been so long since I built up these four walls

Hoping they would keep it all out

Would you knock 'em down