Is it my imagination, or do you think it's really getting cold in here?
We carry on this conversation like neither one of us is here.
There's an escalating violence in the silence of our unspoken words,
And it doesn't matter what we say, I promise you there's not a way it's being heard.
You are steel, I am stone,
Is it any wonder we feel alone?
We're breaking hearts like we're breaking bones,
You are steel and I am stone.
We say the things we do not mean,
We mean the things we do not say, and leave no clues,
We act like nothing matters, but something in me shatters when I hurt you.
You are steel, I am stone
Is it any wonder we feel alone?
We're breaking hearts like we're breaking bone,
Words that cut, looks that kill,
The battle of the egos, the clash of wills,
I've had enough, I've had my fill.
I do not really want this, you do not really want this...but we just can't seem to stop it.
I'll bring my stone, you bring your steel,
We'll forge an altar so we can kneel down right here, (we'll pray to God)
Turn to ash our stupid pride, burn the secrets that we hide, and torch this fear, this steel and stone.
