Garden Wall (feat. Page France)

We are not the garden wall

The one that blocked the sun when you were small

Because it stood so tall

We are not the wrecking ball

The one that made your ancient houses fall

Your families and all

When you die, your words are all made true

Your habits become you

And everything is new

We are not the handmade sail

That cracks its luffs when winds have failed

It turns your face so pale

No, we are not the handmade sail

The one that bends beneath the gale

Held fast by rusty nails

When you die, your words are all made true

Your habits become you

And everything is new

Oh, when you die, your promises renew

Your friends, they all come through

Your friends, they all come through

Your friends, they all come through