Sometimes I wonder if there’s good in the sky;
If it all floats up after passing us by, because
I can almost feel it escaping me after I
Look you in the eyes and make you cry.

It’s porcelain that will

Be the death of me.

Porcelain, my skyward muse,
I am porcelain, but a lighter blue,
And you
Are hiding secrets behind the glass
Hiding so much behind the glass

What do you think when you make me yours?
I look to the fine lines between the blinds
And imagine I’m in the sun

[in the sun]

Sometimes you’re everything I want, but
Sometimes I just pretend

[porcelain]

Music in the background, the salvation I wish I’d had,
From a nightmare that’s half nightmare, and I
Want to tell you that if
You were a stranger, I could disengage;
If you were anyone else, I would’ve disengaged by now.

Three weeks gone but it was a mistake
That I will never forget, in a beautiful house
On a quiet night with a sunset like the martyr Angels shattering Hell.
Three weeks gone but I still can’t forget
Her name, hoarsely whispered in the dark.

Can you hear me when the world is roaring in your ears?
I listen for you amid the tears, but
Sometimes you’re in the tears and I
Have nowhere else to go.

I love you, but
I can’t fight for a graveyard
And baby, you’re digging deep, with the
coffins piling up behind you like

Jagged sculptures in the snow.

I already wrote your eulogy twice,
And now we’re just waiting on
You to say goodbye to your last chance.
This is bitter, in the snow
This is so sweet, in the snow
I’d kiss you goodbye and bury you,
Then freeze to death in the snow, trying to steal you back to life.

Just so you know, baby,
I fall away
So easily, with grace, like
The way the snow starts out softly and
Slides into December's dead embrace

[while I’m trying to steal you back to life]