Mid Air Glass

Gifted at birth to the child Who cut her teeth on a solid gold cross Oh, hurts her milk teeth It's a masterpiece Gives us the feeling That power belongs to somebody Beyond the grave Shoved my book in my pocket I'll take my chances Living like mid-air glass Waiting to pick up the pieces One pearlescent eye that's fucking and crying It's on fire and receiving itself in the mirror God's gone to travel the world with reckless abandon Living like mid-air glass Waiting to pick up the pieces