| I will bring you ruin |
| In everything I do |
| It’s never my intention but it happens all the same |
| It starts with love and comfort |
| Becomes a strength of will |
| But all that strength made rubble of those towers we built |
| Because brick by brick you built us |
| And I’d fill in the cracks |
| Nothing quite prepares you for |
| When they don’t come back |
| I wish I’d done things different |
| I wish that I’d been brave |
| I wish I’d known these stones were something I could save |
| Our mortar was your laughter |
| And you hurled curses at the land |
| We didn’t talk. We made universes |
| Out of bitten lips and broken hands |
| And you said «I love you» less |
| Than when it all began |
| And I said fewer |
| 'Cause I make jokes to show how broken I really am |
| In the wreck of all we burnt |
| Stands our piano like a wound |
| I play our song |
| To see if it’s in tune |
| (I'll sing silence) |
| But you, you sit next to me |
| And your finger brushes mine |
| And I promise to be patient |
| And you promise to be, promise to be kind |
| 'Cause brick by brick you built us |
| Of the earth, the silt and ground |
| We can rest, you say, in the pieces |
| Of what’s left, or of what what we’ve found |
| I wish I’d done things different |
| Oh I wish I’d made it right |
| But we’ll burn a hundred theatres |
| If it means we get the wallpaper right |
| I’ll brick by brick rebuild us |
| Out of hows and whys, not whens |
| Nothing quite prepared me for |
| When that piano sang again |
| Tomorrow I’ll do things different |
| Tomorrow I’ll be brave |
| Tomorrow I’ll be brave |
| Tomorrow I’ll be brave |
| You’ll make me brave |