this is no ivory tower

do you love me, o do you love me.
this is no ivory tower
stop treating me like i'm another porcelin doll high on that shelf.
i want to dance,
i want to cry,
i want taste the salt
of the sea
and run as fast as i can
on water and sand and sky
and i cant keep this up
this face that everythings okay
or should be
or will be soon
because as hard as i try,
as much as i cry,
this is no ivory tower.