Corridors- Niall Connolly We live in boxes, in boxes on boxes, It's a high price to pay, for a little privacy. Still, I've got door handles and curtains, Two rooms and three keys. I've come with time to believe, These things necessities. Newborn neighbour cries, I come home late, I try to come home quiet, And in the mornings, We nod and smile, In the corridors. The days on the calendar, In boxes aligned, Like these voices as they bounce, Around this high-rise. We think we've got them figured out, Based on our time, Till we get our comeuppance, And they take us by surprise Downstairs neighbours fight, When to call it in, or just let it go by, And in the morning we nod and smile, In the corridors. Walking through the cemetery, Marvel at the marble carved memories. Downtown a new tower rising, Through the gaping wound on the horizon, Reminding us if we need reminding, That all is fragile use your time well. We are more than these mortgaged boxes, More, than this sheet rock corridor, Yeah, we are more, Than these corridors. We live in boxes, In boxes we'll go. Recorded at Studio 76, Brooklyn. Engineered by Brandon Wilde Written by Niall Connolly Mastered By Ed Littman Niall Connolly - guitar and vocals Brandon Wilde- piano and backing vocals Photograph by Justin O' Mahony Art and Design by Don Paris Schlotman from the forthcoming album out in 2015.