Porcelain - Tow'rs

Look up darling, look the sky has turned to gold

As you dreamt in porcelain, the sun went down

And there’s a heart on the ground

Take me to that hidden place

Promise me the glass will break

Fragility is a gift that we don’t see

Brought to life by the storms that wreck the sea

Days revolving on a spinning stilt that we can’t reach

And phones they ring, bringing lovers to their knees

And their questioning

Take me to that hidden place

Promise me the glass will break

Take me to that hidden place

Promise me the glass will break

Fragility is a gift that we don’t see

Brought to life by the storms that wreck the sea