We're talking, but through a brick wall; I hear your words, sure, and you hear mine, but not my heart, not my soul I want you to hear it, I really do; I let out the faintest whisper, but no more Let's take out our hammers, smash holes in this wall Let me pour you a glass of my desire; an unfiltered cup of my adoration; I have so much to share My hammer is ready; I'll hire a wrecking crew, will you? But I won't, because you'll reject me and I'll be left without even the whisper that I hear now