so I stand here at the corner   of my thoughts   a pocket full of fantasies   the other's filled with memories   one is doomed to waste away         how mean can it get   and how hard can we fall   was it my push or was the building too tall   was it my push or was the building too tall      a huge wall in front of me   a home on my back   feels like the biblical temptation   and we all know where it ends   got to walk straight back to where   I came from      but what's behind the wall, what's behind the wall      how mean can it get   and how hard can we fall   was it my push or was the building too tall   was it my push or was the building too tall