When you were depressed and You put your head on my chest And you told me That you were tired of being tough I took you by the hand and Told you i understand And you told me That could never be enough But i will walk with you down the avenue though the streets are made of glass And we will tread lightly on our heavy feet and avoid all of the cracks It's a fragile place that we've ended in and one wrong move could shatter But in the end will it matter When i was depressed and I put my head on your chest and i told you I could never be enough You took me by the hand and Told me you understand and i told you That my best wasn't enough But i will walk with you down the avenue though the streets are made of glass And we will tread lightly on our heavy feet and avoid all of the cracks It's a fragile place that we've ended in and one wrong move could shatter But in the end will it matter But i will walk with you down the avenue though the streets are made of glass And we will tread lightly on our heavy feet and avoid all of the cracks It's a fragile place that we've ended in and one wrong move could shatter And if you'd asked me then I'd have told you that none of it would matter But i will walk I will walk I will walk