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