And if I stole the smile from your eyes...
Slapped at your heart with a frown...
Rubbed out our past with a word...
And if I spouted wings to fly
Shaking the dust from my teeth
Holding the air like a breath...
Would you still follow?
Would you still follow?
And if the boredom turned to glass
Hanging between the palms of our hands
Leaving the stain
But no sound of our voice as we speak to each other...
Leaving no stain...
Would you still care? (blood would still flow, uncaring)
Would you forgive? (the world would still turn, un-noticing)
Could you not see? (the light would not shine, so blinding)
Would you just be?
When it all turns to glass...