Testo Garden Wall

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, wе are not the handmade sail
Thе 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