Wall Of Hands

I will turn my back on this wall of hands
So I don't have to see
All the names and all of the faces
That make up unanimity
I would prefer for these betrayals
To take place in anonymity
In every crowd on every street I'll pick you out
I'll be thinking well, I guess you had to
But did you have to?
Can I condone those who raise their hands to send me away?
But how can I condemn when I would have done just the same?
Can I call this cowardice or just self-preservation?
If only you could tell me..
How do you distinguish between the wind and the whisper?
It's not the sound, it's the intent
And when the rain just won't stop and I am soaked to my skin
My clothes disintegrating then I will
And when the humiliation has just got too much and I can't stand up straight
Then I will then I will then I will
Can I condone those who raise their hands to send me away?
But how can I condemn when I would have done just the same?
Can I call this cowardice or just self-preservation?
If only you could tell me..
Can I break this wall of hands down to its component parts?
Scratch my name off the list if you if you wouldn't mind
I would do most anything for you to say you're sorry
But that just will not happen.. that just is not going to happen.