You came home late tonight
I waited for you on the doorstep
You were standing there wet from the rain
I thought you said you were leaving
So what are you trying to say?
Standing cold in the porch light
Are you looking for answers?
Or seeking forgiveness, or maybe escape?
Darling, it’s too late for us now
We’re glass, both made of glass
And we’re both moving too fast
See through and brittle
We are broken in two
Can’t you see where we were before?
Where we left all our love on the floor
Someday you’ll have your questions answered
But don’t come here when you’re left all alone
Darling, it’s too late for us now
We’re glass, both made of glass
And we’re both moving too fast
See through and brittle
We are broken in two
So what are you trying to say?
Standing cold in the porch light
Are you looking for answers?
Or seeking forgiveness, or maybe escape?
4 comments:
awesome. i love it. ;)
i'll second that.
one of your best, in fact.
if only you hadn't pointed that one line out to me in the van.
Well said.
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