Fixing broken glass
I've got a lot of glass to fix
I've found that glass and tempers
Do not kindly mix.

So tell me now my long-lost love,
Who gave her heart of glass to me...
Why do all the things I seem to love,
break so easily?

Fixing broken glass
We all have glass to fix
What hope is there for hearts of glass
In a world of stones and sticks...

All the twinkling pieces
Strewn about the ground
Far below the stars above
They fall without a sound

Fixing broken glass
Our world has so much glass to fix,
Maybe we'd be better off
If hearts were made of bricks.