Glass to Sand

We meet every night in broken hope
We meet and never go on
We turn around like a wheel that's old and worn
We bleed, but never too long

What would you think of me if I took my words and run?
You couldn't be the one
Be the one...

We see everything we're searching for
Believe that it's all been wrong
You try to read every word that comes from the tip of my tongue
You think I said them wrong

What would you think of me if I took my words and run?
You couldn't be the one

We couldn't mend glass into sand
And now the pleasure is all gone
Look where you stand and lie to defend
What you don't want here anymore

You'll see there's more to me than words
More than it seems, more than I'll show
You'll read every word from the tip of my tongue
You'll see it's never "goodbye"

We couldn't mend glass into sand
And now the pleasure is all gone
And look where you stand and lie to defend
What you don't want here anymore

You defend what you don't want here anymore

Look where you stand, glass into sand
And now the pleasure is all gone