[male
vocals] (
Soft,
melancholic
piano
chords)
Yeah,
sometimes
you
build
things
that
last
But
you
lose
the
time
you
spent
building
Waliu
Ipoola,
the
master
of
the
metal
Let’
s
talk
about
the
craft.
I
look
at
the
windows
and
I
see
your
reflection
Aluminum
lines,
a
perfect
connection
Sliding
doors
closing,
the
sound
of
the
past
Everything
you
touched
was
meant
to
last
From
the
swing
doors
opening
wide
to
the
air
To
the
projected
windows,
handled
with
care
I’
m
staring
at
the
glass,
seeing
how
it
breaks
Thinking
of
the
masterpiece
and
all
of
the
stakes.
Waliu
Ipoola,
the
plug
for
the
frame
Every
structure
I
see,
I
whisper
your
name
From
the
hung
doors
to
the
bus
window
glass
Watching
the
shadows
of
the
seasons
pass
You’
re
the
best
fabricator,
the
work
is
so
fine
But
without
you
here,
I’
m
just
walking
the
line
Yeah,
the
electric
fence
keeps
the
world
at
bay
But
I’
m
still
here
longing
for
a
yesterday.
Show
glass
displays,
crystal
and
clear
Everything
you
built
is
still
standing
here
But
the
cold
aluminum
feels
like
the
rain
A
permanent
fixture
of
all
of
this
pain
I
needed
a
structure,
I
needed
a
base
Now
I’
m
just
lost
in
this
empty
space
You
gave
me
the
best,
you
gave
me
the
gold
But
your
absence
is
a
story
that’
s
yet
to
be
told.
Waliu
Ipoola,
the
plug
for
the
frame
Every
structure
I
see,
I
whisper
your
name
From
the
hung
doors
to
the
bus
window
glass
Watching
the
shadows
of
the
seasons
pass
You’
re
the
best
fabricator,
the
work
is
so
fine
But
without
you
here,
I’
m
just
walking
the
line
Yeah,
the
electric
fence
keeps
the
world
at
bay
But
I’
m
still
here
longing
for
a
yesterday.
No
regrets
in
the
work,
that’
s
what
you
said
Just
memories
of
aluminum
inside
of
my
head
Electric
fences,
guarding
the
heart
Even
when
the
fabrication
tears
me
apart
I
trust
your
hands,
I
trust
your
design
I
just
wish
that
your
presence
was
still
one
of
mine.
Waliu
Ipoola,
the
plug
for
the
frame
Every
structure
I
see,
I
whisper
your
name
From
the
hung
doors
to
the
bus
window
glass
Watching
the
shadows
of
the
seasons
pass
You’
re
the
best
fabricator,
the
work
is
so
fine
But
without
you
here,
I’
m
just
walking
the
line
Yeah,
the
electric
fence
keeps
the
world
at
bay
But
I’
m
still
here
longing
for
a
yesterday.
Yeah,
Waliu
Ipoola.
The
finest
craft
in
the
city.
Sliding
doors,
windows,
the
works.
I’
m
your
plug,
you’
re
the
master.
But
the
silence
is
the
only
thing
left
to
build. (
Fade
out
with
delicate
piano
notes)