You can test a lot of waters before finding the shore I want to make sure that I know what I going there for And give a lot before getting anything in return Your love's a strict principle; I've got a whole lot to learn Sweet thorn in my side Stay right where you are Bleeding me dry Taking what's yours and making it mine to save Somewhere out of time Things can't get much better til the get much worse Some people call this a life, some people call this curse Some people stock their shelves with lies and closets with skeletons But we're all made of bones; we're all wearing skin You can't collect every old stone that's been cast Some hearts are made out of walls some are made out glass Put your hand into the fire once more if you must Burn it to ashes, burn it to dust