My summer in the snow-globe
The world took off it's clothes
Our blades were cut from gra**
Like shards of broken gla**
And if I found them all I'd know
The secrets of the past
Perfect edges of our souls, and
Where they go at last
Where they go at last
Oh, to know once more
Oh, to notice
Oh, to notice!
Why should I care
What's out there?