The Wall

Paving stones and clocks the wrong way round Fuss and fight, but never make a sound Spanish breeze down streets of memories So beautiful, I wish I could see I know watcha doin' Ain't no use in hiding Tomorrow I'll be leaving Too late, I see the writing on the wall The writing on the wall Sleepless mind, wide ope eyes to doze One red rose, two smokes, I can't let go Bright blue haze over the ties that bind Don't think I can leave the past behind I know watcha doin' Ain't no use in hiding Tomorrow I'll be leaving Too late, I see the writing on the wall The writing on the wall The writing on the wall