Walls歌词

There is a wall, a yawning rift
A glass between two plates adrift
I see you shout and start to wave
We talk in riddles, speak charades
Picture worlds we've never seen
And I'll hear things you'd never mean
Still I will aim to see your side
And you'll know that I truly tried
And though my darkened spyglass view
Could never hope to capture you
Through forests, over hills and moors
My canyon wall leans out to yours
There is a wall, a yawning rift
A glass between two plates adrift
My separation and defense
My constant curse, my preference
Would that I better understood
How to draw near, I wish I could