There’s a wall between us, and I don’t know who built it there. Father Time and Mother Nature lent their hands, but who laid the bricks down? I still believe in you. Won’t you believe with me? Well I don’t really care who I used to be, I can live the old me down. And I don’t really do it how I used to do. It comes easier to me now. I still believe in you. Won’t you believe with me? Up on the twilit roof, I’d never felt so free. Now there’s a wall between us, but we have the keys to unlock the door.