Testo Sleeping On Broken Glass

Breathing in, nails bite within
Falling down, not much time left now
Days are like ghosts at my feet
I feel the loss, all my broken plans

I sleep on broken glass

If I could fly above myself Like a bird, from its rusty cage
I would steal a smile for you
Take you home, keep you safe in place

A sacrifice
A knife in a weakened heart
A sacrifice
Slowly all the hopes come down

I sleep on broken glass