Text: Transparent Things. All Is Delicate.

A girl is painting like in the days of old
Not how she sees it but rather how she?s told
She paints her legs, her arms and toes
Then she goes

She?s painting colors over colors she outgrew
The coats are thinning and the old is showing through
And her mind it aches, oh how minds ache
Ache?ache

Don?t you know it?s delicate
These pallid years of bleeding clear
We?re bleeding clear
If all is delicate
This hourglass of time collapsed
Is giving in?tonight
Tonight?tonight

The wind is blowing against the window pane
The glass is shaking, never fit inside its frame
And it feels no pain, it feels no pain

She cans up apples but the oranges look old
Pent up promise feels much better on the soul
So play it safe, just play it safe
Safe?safe

Don?t you know it?s delicate
These pallid years of bleeding clear
We?re bleeding clear
If all is delicate
This hourglass of time collapsed
Is giving in?

Speak up memory
So that fallen crowns can see
That this all is delicate now

Just know it?s delicate
Don?t leave me here
Bleeding clear, bleeding clear

And know it?s delicate
These pallid years of bleeding clear
We?re bleeding clear
If all is delicate
This hourglass of time collapsed
Is giving in?

Speak up memory
And feel the colors everywhere
Bleeding colors everywhere
Speak up memory and share
Speak up memory