the windows are all broken and the wind is coming threw do you feel the wind in your bones does it turn your mind to blue threw the window do you see sky in...
the windows are all broken and the wind is coming threw do you feel the wind in your bones does it turn your mind to blue threw the window do you see sky in your pocket is a hand I once touched the the broken glass the cut was mighty grand
the wintertime covered up by plastic a broken statue always seem so tragic the stove turns into sculptures made of glass
the trees they seem to be alive the branches reaching threw they seem to wrap around the Payne's creating something new
the kids are all wearing rose colored glasses they lift their feet out of snow like molasses the china holding tea is made of glass
the handle breaks off in your hand while it's your last grasp I once touched the broken glass the cut was mighty grand