We hide behind
The walls and veils and eyelids
That keep us from seeing
The glass-spun trees, stars, toes
We are such scarred and callused soles
Walking alone
As the glass melts
From the trees
We accept
The walls and veils and eyelids
That numb us to
The glass-spun trees, stars, toes
We are such tired and callous souls
Walking
Alone
As the glass melts from the trees