We are all made of broken glass
We are (what?!):
Everything that's left behind, everything
Everything that's left behind, everything
Everything that's left behind, or everything
Everything that's left behind, everything
Trap the rubble in all this dust
The coughing starts and we are left
With the battle of getting out
Through the plaster of our own lives
Searching and cracking, concrete to greet us
Faithful and bleeding, windows meet doorways
Trap the rubble in all this dust
The coughing starts and we are left
With the battle of getting out
Through the plaster of our own lives
And in this suitcase of infra-red weighing the debris
The staircase shatters with the sound of silent footfalls
All the buildings start to crumble
Under the weight of us gasping,
Everything that's left behind, everything that's left behind,
everything that's left behind, everything...
Everything that's left behind, everything that's left behind,
everything that's left behind, everything...
Everything that's left behind, everything
Everything that's left behind, everything
Trap the rubble in all this dust
The coughing starts and we are left
With the battle of getting out
Through the plaster of our own lives
Searching and cracking, concrete to greet us
Faithful and bleeding, windows meet doorways
Your coughing stops, your coughing stops