Face down and alone
In your crystal palace
Cheek pressed against glass
Cracks on ev'ry surface
Fear taking your breath
With each passing moment
The cold hand of death
Closing around your neck
"Is this the end, then?"
The question left hanging
Your wild beating heart
Slowly going silent
The stars disappear
Night reaches its blackest
Then glorious light
Comes piercing the darkness
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
Face down and alone
In your crystal palace
Cheek pressed against glass
Cracks on ev'ry surface
Fear taking your breath
With each passing moment
The cold hand of death
Closing around your neck
"Is this the end, then?"
The question left hanging
Your wild beating heart
Slowly going silent
The stars disappear
Night reaches its blackest
Then glorious light
Comes piercing the darkness
