I see you at the window sill The rain it won't stop, the air is so chill I never heard the words you said The phone, it can't ring if the heart is dead You carry ‘round your bottles of glass With ring so sharp they cut too fast Running when the sky comes down Growing more cracks when you can't be found I took your heart, and made it mine Do my best to justify it Call it pleasure but it feels like pain So how’d we let it get this way? Your broken heart was just like mine We built these walls and hid inside 'em I said I wouldn't let you in And now you know I'm paper-thin