Postcards from the Walls of Sin (Words & Music: Daniel Catarino) Throw a penny in the wishing well Someone screaming from the depths of hell Flesh and bones stretched out in the yellow sun Chasing endless shadows on the run Tides will turn and waves will spin around Someone throws a penny in the ground An endless crowd will gather round the block Chanting anthems to the beating of the clock Throwing rocks at the gates of the innocent Something’s wrong so there must be one to blame Throw a penny in a guitar case Someone robs a blind man’s cane And walks out in laughter swinging it in the air What is worth ain’t what is fair to some Life goes on, the innocent crowd the streets Throwing back the rocks in disbelief Time will stiff the ones without a home Make believe that you are not alone Tides will turn at the gates of the innocent Something’s wrong so there must be one to drown If you try to escape The walls will break and you’re out If you try to be sure The walls will shape and you’re down Locked again in your dreams Throw a penny in the cement floor Someone waves hello from the neighbour’s door Life goes on and heaven must be hell Someone screaming from a prison cell Something’s wrong they say in a twisted grin Hanging postcards from the walls of sin Know that time will swing in the devil’s axe Time will melt as if it’s made of wax What goes on at the gates of the innocent Something’s wrong and there’s nothing to repent