Lyric

Thin walls, loud hearts in the middle of the night

Every room in this building holds a different kind of fight

Upstairs someone drops a glass at three

Next door curses bleed through the TV

Pipes complain like tired bones

Radiator clicks in broken tones

Ceiling shakes with running feet

Laughter spills out on the street

I pretend that I don’t hear

But the echoes live inside my ears

We are strangers sharing ceilings

Breathing in each other’s nights

Every muffled conversation

Leaning through the plaster light

Thin walls, loud hearts beating out of time

Love and anger tapping on the same thin line

Some are breaking, some are trying just to stand

Some are reaching for an unseen hand

Through these thin walls, loud hearts, no disguise

Every hidden storm is leaking through our lives

Down the hall a song I almost know

Plays too loud through someone else’s phone

Bits of chorus drift into my room

On the stairwell whispered plans

Slip like notes between our hands

I don’t know their names or days

But I feel their tremors in my veins

We are stories side by side

Stacked in narrow boxes high

Every secret cracks the paint

Shows we’re all still here, not saints

Thin walls, loud hearts beating out of time

Love and anger tapping on the same thin line

Some are shaking, some are shouting at the sky

Some are just too tired to cry

Through these thin walls, loud hearts, no disguise

Every hidden storm is leaking through our lives

Someday I might move away from here

Trade these neighbors for a quieter sphere

But in silence I might miss

All the proof that we exist

So tonight I’ll let the noise come in

Let it shake beneath my skin

Every shout and every sigh

Saying we’re alive tonight

If these walls refuse to keep

All our chaos locked inside

Maybe that’s the only way

We remember we’re alive

Thin walls, loud hearts beating through the night

Different stories tangled in the same dim light

Some are breaking, some are learning how to stay

Some will pack and walk away

Through these thin walls, loud hearts, intertwined

I can hear the proof that we’re not left behind

Thin walls, loud hearts, I press my head and breathe

In the noise I find a reason not to leave

Mixing with my unwashed afternoon