Porcelain - Snowbird

There’s a place behind a tiny door

Where there are vines and even roses

I can let the thorns so you can feel again

And press them in your skin

And when we start to breath again rolling out

Spiralling down on this planet

The road’s just swirling blue

Now you feel it like I do, like I do

Now you feel it like I do, like I do

I swear you stand so still your hands

And fingers made of porcelain and holding me

Frozen

There’s a place behind a tiny door

Where there are vines and even roses

I can let the thorns so you can feel again

And press them in your skin

And when we start to breath again rolling out

Spiralling down on this planet

The road’s just swirling blue

Now you feel it I do, like I do

Now you feel it like I do, like I do

I swear you stand so still your hands

And fingers made of porcelain you holding me (holding me)

We fall down in the grass

We’re spinning somewhere far and fast

The universe expands

Spiralling down

Now you feel it like I do, like I do

Now you mean it like I do, like I do

I swear you stand so still your hands

And fingers made of porcelain you holding me

Spiralling down on this planet

The road’s just swirling blue