the nights are lifting like colored glass

the dawn that breaks might be the last

for pointless views that i was after

leave me struggling with disaster

with pen in hand, the thoughts that fled

seemed to shatter in my head

tell someone, crystal is falling



your paperbacks and mag-by-lines

seasick writers noone finds

the feeling that we know they'll censure

for fear they'd be caught in adventure

the rumors we could not defend

will find a climax in the end

tell someone, crystal is falling



for all the blood that's turned to ink

for quicksand moods when spirits sink

for all the years i've been neglected

my eyes are naked, inspected, infected

my god are we all twisted glass

catching pieces of the past

tell someone, crystal is falling