plaster is plastic
it won't fix me
i need reality
that won't twist me
..i thought it could be you
so i paced my bones
down this breezy hallway
hoping to find a pillow for this heart of mine
but men are greater soldiers than thunder
it's why you struck me down

..now i hope i understand
why human emotion is so frail
for mine is glass on winter's window
it's why you will see through me
only when you touch me..
only when you touch me
...so breathe on me
to draw your dreams