Porcelain

(альбом: The Great Minimum - 2015)

Look up darling, look the sky has turned to gold
As you dreamt in porcelain, the sun went down
And there's a heart on the ground

Take me to that hidden place
Promise me the glass will break
Fragility is a gift that we don't see
Brought to life by the storms that wreck the sea

Days revolving on a spinning stilt that we can't reach
And phones they ring, bringing lovers to their knees
And their questioning

Take me to that hidden place
Promise me the glass will break
Take me to that hidden place
Promise me the glass will break
Fragility is a gift that we don't see
Brought to life by the storms that wreck the sea