Written by: Jeremy Martin

Don't look over the glass peaks
Blue and white china breaking
Hold my hand, hold my hand
Crinkle of brow, wet eyes
Like a spying globe, except it hurts
Because I am afraid of everything
I'm tied down under water to this violin
And even though I can see the sun lacing above me
This is still too hard, and my wings dissolve
I smile at you even though it burns