Finest Things

When the wall came down
you and i we found
we want the finest things
from here we see the trees
our boots are nice and clean
we got the finest things
got the finest things
it’s a long long way to come
to find the same old road again
don’t hold me back my friend
just hold me close
we built the wall back up
to show we’d had enough
of all the finest things
and we could hear them cry
«you built it way too high»
and lost the finest things
lost the finest things
it’s a long long way to come
to find the same old road again
don’t hold me back my friend
just hold me close
did you find your place?
well they keep us high over here
when you fall from grace
just close your eyes
long long way to come
to find the same old road again
don’t hold me back my friend
just hold me close
oh… oh… oh…