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 theyll censure
For fear theyd 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 thats turned to ink
For quicksand moods when spirits sink
For all the years Ive 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
