Porcelain fists - Ingrid Michaelson
"Follow your heart", he said Your heart will take you there "Swallow your pride", he said For pride is anything but rare So I walked into your eyes Without a raincoat on And in the salty sea I find you're all but gone Take my hand, you're treading water And I feel sand slipping away From underneath our toes Nobody knows where is it she goes? Looked in the bathroom stall Your back against the wall Cold tiles beneath your knees Your body broke your fall Spitting into your own Reflection gazing back Inside your porcelain fists Your palms begin to crack So take my hand you're treading water And I feel sand slipping From underneath our toes Nobody knows where is it she goes? When those sad eyes start to close Nobody knows where is it she goes? When those sad eyes close
Artist: Ingrid Michaelson
Title: Porcelain fists