BROCKZEMAN: MUSIC

Your hearts like a diamond
And mines brittle as glass
And your eyes are like daggers
Sticking out of my back.

When you go out dancing
You never go straight home
I'm tied up and sinking
And you're the stone.

You're like a ship on troubled water
And your ways are the sails
And the waters rising higher
And you're trying to bail.

The ships going under
And a north wind blows
And I wont be there to save you
When you sink like a stone.

And its a hard road to travel
And you'll travel alone
When you fall for a woman
With a heart made of stone.

Its a hard road to travel
And its littered with bones
When you follow a woman
With a heart made of stone