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
I’m 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
There’s a vase of tears that’s beginning to rust

In a world constructed of glass and stone
I’m 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, you’re making sure to keep me at a distance
But you’re 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
I’m 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