When you were depressed and
You put your head on my chest
And you told me that you were tired of being tough
I took you by the hand and
Told you i understand
And you told me
That could never be enough
But i will walk with you down the avenue though the streets are made of glass
And we will tread lightly on our heavy feet and avoid all of the cracks
It's a fragile place that we've ended in and one wrong move could shatter
But in the end will it matter
When i was depressed and
I put my head on your chest and i told you
I could never be enough
You took me by the hand and
Told me you understand and i told you
That my best wasn't enough
But i will walk with you down the avenue though the streets are made of glass
And we will tread lightly on our heavy feet and avoid all of the cracks
It's a fragile place that we've ended in and one wrong move could shatter
But in the end will it matter
But i will walk with you down the avenue though the streets are made of glass
And we will tread lightly on our heavy feet and avoid all of the cracks
It's a fragile place that we've ended in and one wrong move could shatter
And if you'd asked me then i'd have told you that none of it would matter
But i will walk, i will walk, i will walk