He's got this idea in his head,
doesn't he know I'll never be close to it?
Trying to spell it out,
tried to write it in the clouds.
He can't take my heart
because I've been too busy
pumping gold into it.
I'm mining day in and day out,
over and over beside diamonds
waiting for their turn to shine.

Doesn't he know these walls are made of stone?
Trying to tell him,
tried to make him know.
Tunnels weave in and out
and it is so hard to dig a path through.
Finding a way in is something more
than one night under the moon.

Doesn't he know, I'm strong on my own?
Trying to guard this,
tried to put a shield across my chest.
It takes more than fumbled words
to find a way down to my soul.