Leaded Light, Pieces 5 & 7 (retrospective)

Spin me round your fingers Hold me like you're dying I'll take one more breath for you Wings to carry your ship Off to never-ending Stories made of broken glass One thought A moment Warped through time A letter Smells like turpentine Your voice Echoes through the paper Pen marks Stain the corners You said, you said You're not doing well I cried, you cried This isn't ending well Spin me round your fingers Hold me like you're dying I'll take one more breath for you Wings to carry your ship Off to never-ending Stories made of broken glass One break A tragedy Petrified in time A novelette burns like turpentine Your words Echo through the graphite Pencil stains Rip the corners You said, you said That I'm not doing well You cried, I cried This isn't ending well Spin me round your fingers Hold me like you're dying I'll take one more breath for you Wings to carry your ship Off to never-ending Stories made of broken glass Spin me round your fingers Hold me like you're dying I'll take one more breath for you Wings to carry your ship Off to never-ending Stories made of broken glass