Picture yourself in a room
Full of broken glass
Blood on the pieces
The pieces you can’t put back
A little white light in a sea gone black
My head is the room
And the room’s full of broken glass
You can’t change me
Can you save me?
Oh, clean eyes
Breaking my heart
In all the right ways and
No, I don’t mind, clean eyes
Oh, clean eyes
Breaking my heart
And breaking my chains and
I don’t know why, clean eyes
I’m a cynic I told you I fear
What I don’t believe
I don’t know what this is
But this is a different beast
I check the lock on the door three times
Can’t put my faith in what I can’t describe
I’m a cynic, I told you, I don’t believe
Can you save me?
Oh, clean eyes
Breaking my heart
In all the right ways and
No, I don’t mind, clean eyes
Oh, clean eyes
Breaking my heart
And breaking my chains and
I don’t know why, clean eyes
Take me home when I lost myself
Love me better than I love myself
My head is the room
And the room’s full of broken glass
Blood on the pieces
The pieces I can’t put back
