Pulling at a Thread

My temple is made of glass and bone

Pressure gives way to cracks and stone

My temple is made of glass and bone

I'll watch the earth swallow my home

Sift through the dirt to end up in my way

Under the nails, the ground begs me to stay

What do I inherit and what do I leave?

Towers of sorrow live below my feet

I moved every way I could, toed every single line

The moments that made me, I've yet to dеfine

This hollow place, wherе I reflect

The comings and going's, never intersect

My temple is made of glass and bone

Pressure gives way to cracks and stone

My temple is made of glass and bone

I'll watch the earth swallow my home

"Each man's destiny is as large as the world he inhabits and contains within it all opposites as well. The desert upon which so many have been broken is vast and calls for largeness of heart but it is also ultimately empty. It is hard, it is barren. Its very nature is stone."

My temple is made of glass and bone

Pressure gives way to cracks and stone

My temple is made of glass and bone

I'll watch the earth swallow my home

My temple is made of glass and bone

Pressure gives way to cracks and stone

My temple is made of glass and bone

I'll watch the earth swallow my home