Broken Glass
Katharine Blake / Miranda Sex Garden
And i can touch it, and i can stroke it,
Deep inside.
Hold on to my hand, through a time that
Cannot last,
For it's all we'll ever have.
Lonely for a place I've never been,
Why can't I stay there?
Why can't I stay there?
I see hell and heaven in your eyes,
They live as one and the same,
I see rays of blinding darkness
I taste another sheet of broken glass.
Bury me there, bury me bury me over there
Bury me there, bury me bury me over there
In a while, it will pass, faded like a dream.
Save that piece of broken glass,
Stinging in my heart.