Broken glass has to break more
To make way for the new
The cracle doesn't seem enough
The pieces, they are few

Blowing low doesn't make it a fact
Seeing reality is one
Coming to grips with certainty
The ceiling is too far to touch

Reality - its as broken dream
Too much to take in, I've never seen
Beauty and awe and colors that blind you
Of facts that make you find you

A lover, a friend can help you find that
A good disguise to the chaos
Thats keeping you alive...