The letter stopped in a minor key   A Christmas card that you drew for me   Done by the hand that I knew so well   Disguised the message that you could not tell      I see you bent above your potter's wheel   The piece you've throwing is the piece you feel   The softest colour and an eye so true   For cups and bowls that are shaped like you      Chorus    You work in porcelain cut by wire   Now as ever lovers walk through fire   When we were breaking we made no sound   The pieces almost touching on the ground      And now your silence says there's someone there   She stands behind you as she strokes your hair   How does she hold you like a long lost friend   Or are you like me on your own again      And so I write you in a minor key   Wondering if there's something left for me   I'm only writing so that I can sleep   I never found another love as deep      Chorus