Of Porcelain.

"Follow your heart", it said.
Your heart will take you there.
"Swallow your pride", he said.
For pride is anything but rare.


So I walked into your eyes without a raincoat on
And in the salty sea, 
I find you're anything but gone.


Take my hand, you're treading water
I feel like gliding, away from underneath my toes

Nobody knows.



Inside your porcelain fists, 
your palms begin to crack,
that's where I fit in.