Should I have a heart of stone?
Should I wear a face of glass?
If the love that I feel is torture
Then these thoughts of you should never last
In a world constructed of glass and stone
Im the only one that I can call my own
In the rivers that flow and the sun that shines
Comes a feeing that clings like an ivy vine to a brick wall
All of my love goes wasted
All of my passion lay covered in dust
At the top of my closet
With my faded photographs
Theres a vase of tears thats beginning to rust
In a world constructed of glass and stone
Im the only one that I can call my own
In the rivers that flow and the sun that shines
Comes a feeing that clings like an ivy vine to a brick wall
Well, youre making sure to keep me at a distance
But youre good enough to acknowledge my existence
Safe behind your reason you refuse to think
Safe behind your brick wall, will you ever love again?
In a world constructed of glass and stone
Im the only one that I can call my own
In the rivers that flow and the sun that shines
Comes a feeing that clings like an ivy vine to a brick wall