I think my heart must be made of clay
'Cause everyone said it would be broken some day,
And now I've come to that fateful day
So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands
The sweetest smile that ever did
Melt the pats in the butter dish
And if you could have believed in me
I swear to God I'd have made damn sure
Our hearts were warm and glad with wine
I'd keep the doors locked all the time
I just wished I was made of wood
You might not seem glad
even if you should
Even if you should, if I should
I think my heart must be made of clay
'cause everyone said it would be broken someday
Seems like I have come to that fateful day
So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands
With my head in my hands.