iTunes: Merch: I'll move my hand, cold fingers on my lips protect my mouth. I'll move and change barriers around me taking out the bricks. I'll put grills to let the light pass through. Waving right and left among the poles in the pillbox, Just let me find my chance. Maybe what I need it's just the time To smash the wall, the wall, wall I've made, spending nights among my sweat, And I cried, yes,
