Texty: Aura Dione. Columbine. Glass Bone Crash.

I stood on ice
You broke it for fun
Shadow?s in my window
Each time I try to run

And I?m scared cause
Through the telescop you see
Millions of pieces of glass in me

Glass and bone are all I see
And small blue things are watching me
Flash and bone and blood and sweat
King from you have had made

When you hold me I am blown
I wish that glass could turn to stone
Cause if it?s hard I melt away
And you?re a break one clumsy day

I look on wood
You bunrned it for fun
White clowns in my doorway
Each time I try to run

I?m scared cause
Through the telescop you see
Millions of pieces of bone in me

Oaahhh
Glass and bone are all I see
Small blue things are watching me
Flash and bone and blood and sweat
King from you have had made

When you hold me I am blown
I wish that glass could turn to stone
Cause if it?s hard I melt away
And sure I break one clumsy day

I wish that glass could turn to stone
I wish that glass could turn to stone