Sympathy comes in a kettle You pour the tea and gently smile And I, I’m so content here Calm, if for a while And I want to shatter the hourglass How else can I make this last?
Mission control sent me a message “Planet approaching, prepare to land.” And I put on my helmet, slipped my gloves on And reached for the latch I opened the door “What do you see? Awaiting report.” I said, “It’s beautiful!”
There is a storm burning Under the surface of your smile And this torturous yearning Is the only proof I am alive I’m alive I’m alive
I’m out of control Everything’s aching I drop to my knees and begin to pray My skin is on fire. My heart is breaking And all that I was is burning away And all I want, is to shatter the hourglass To’ve met you, I’d do it again
There is a storm burning Under the surface of your smile And this torturous yearning Is the only proof I was alive I was alive I was alive