Picket fences with rosebuds too
Flying high in a glass balloon
We flew over
Pure stained panes
Shined and smooth
Feeling safe in gold parachutes
We soared over
So I try, lie, lay down and wonder why that I cannot fly it
Cannot fly it, cannot fly it this time
I cry, die, going down and split the sky and yell
Nothings perfect, nothings perfect this time
Were silouhettes drifting past
On a ship of floating glass
We’re high
Hearts beat at the speed of sound
Sunlight beams in from the clouds
At Dusk
Chorus
Bridge
There’s a flash in the sky
That lights up the night
And we’re falling down
Glass is falling down
You can’t run
You can’t run
You can’t run
Old 3rd Verse
A flock of doves coming screaming past
The sky rains down with shattered glass
We rain too
Crystal shards paint the sky
Falling fast through the night
We fall too