Brick walls have been built Around the thing that is you and I. This is probably the first case Where I've found solace in my mind. Baby, I'm trying not to make a scene, But I've found what I want until the end of time; And I know that, somewhere deep inside, You're worth each of the tears that I cry.
I'm fighting a battle, 'Cause the plans I drew up have went wrong; One side tells me to leave, And the other says 'keep keeping on'. Lately it has been a struggle To stay standing and remain strong, Because the thing that is you and I, I've realised, will only contain one.
I've tried climbing those walls, So I could see what it would be like; When it's only the two of us, With our entire world in each other's eyes. I'm that close I can taste you, But the walls are just a few inches too high; The thought alone, however, Makes me that happy I could die.