Cut By Wire

The letter stopped in a minor key A Christmas card that you drew for me Done by the hand that I knew so well Disguised the message that you could not tell I see you bent above your potter's wheel The piece you've throwing is the piece you feel The softest colour and an eye so true For cups and bowls that are shaped like you Chorus You work in porcelain cut by wire Now as ever lovers walk through fire When we were breaking we made no sound The pieces almost touching on the ground And now your silence says there's someone there She stands behind you as she strokes your hair How does she hold you like a long lost friend