Inside display of broken wings   So smooth porcelain face cracks and flakes away   Turns to pulse flying down telephone lines   To the pictures on your wall   Burning on contact      And the branches were stripped under winter's numb    (What was prescious gets lost)   With the breath that was a fire burning through the room   (What was prescious gets lost)      Lies! Struggle! Fires! Grow long!   Something is broken, it's unmend...   Lies! Struggle! Fires! Grow long!   Something is broken, it's undone      And we won't come back under   Backdrop of moutnains above pastels in flames   Flames that crawl up, time won't stop for the hurt      And the branches were stripped under winter's numb    (What was prescious gets lost)   With the breath that was a fire burning through the room   (What was prescious gets lost)      It hits the backseat, tearing fabric from the lines   Till the clouds come to swallow the night   Leaving less piled on the floor...      This one hands you, the all we fall (x 4)   This one takes life, loose your face!   This one hurts you, won't wake up!   This one takes life, loose your face!   This one hurts you, won't wake up!   This one hands you, the all we fall (x 4)   This one hurts you, won't wake up!   This one hurts you, won't wake up!   This one hurts you, won't wake up!   This one hands you, the all we fall