Stuck inside cold glass Stands a slave to love, present and past
You know it all
All that he could find Was the walls to a place he didn't belong to That he could not mind Now he spirals through the spaces Many hearts within his suitcase
Go on
Empty and tired Body and the soul Cast down among the frozen trees Blood spattered among the leaves
Crack a window, bring the cold
If hearts are made of glass All that he is left with is the ash A fallen, broken king with shattered wings And no words left to sing