Shouting at the Wall

Thought it was a nightmare Late last night It wasn’t like the same old fear It was a new anxiety I heard voices in the alley Crawling from the gallows Saw a broken arrow Smoke from a barrel Our hopes will rise and fall But in the meantime we’re just shouting at the wall Shouting at the wall Thought I saw a window Thought I saw a door Thought I saw a halo That turned out to be horns Written in the margins Ringing out a chord Without resolution Just a dissonant sound Our movements rise and fall But in the meantime we’re just shouting at the wall Shouting at the wall Shouting At the wall