You're talking in my sleep
I get home when you leave
take cover under porcelain shells
someday they might break in two
We'll hover over thorns and pretend
there's nothing to talk through
You take it high, bring it low
a hundred thousand million times before
my teardrops daze your mouth
but you keep talking 'til your voice is sore
take cover under porcelain shields
someday they might break in two
You won't intend to ask how I feel
When did I get out of your sight
slip through your selfish eyes
You think I've lost my charms
I'd say you've lost your mind
Yeah, it's forcing you to
take cover under porcelain shells
someday they might break in two
I have nothing to offer accept
what's left of me and you More from Elin Sigvardsson