Here, wearing this dress
Though my hair is a mess
I’m hoping you’ll see the distance in me
Here, faced with the ice
The cold of the sky
Freezing its way through the heart of the day
You, neutral scene
Turn colour down
Till I’m, I’m porcelain
And cracking now
Here, treading ground that I know
Bare over stone
The circles I form on the landscapes are drawn
Matching my mind in their endless design
No, the pain’s not your fault
You say I’m made of salt:
You can’t rub it in, it was born on my skin
You, neutral scene
Turn colour down
Till I’m, I’m porcelain
And cracking now
How long do I hold on?
Wearing this dress I’m still holding my breath
How long do I hold on?
Can you give me the faith to be heartless and brave?
You, neutral scene
Turn colour down
Till I’m, I’m porcelain
And cracking now