Porcelain-Elin Ruth Sigvardsson

Porcelain - Elin Sigvardsson You're talking in my sleep I get home when you leave Our love is overcome by gathering smithereens And it's forcing us to take cover under porcelain shells someday they might break in two but until they do We'll hover over thorns and pretend there's nothing to talk through You take it high, bring it low I've heard your stories a hundred thousand million times before my teardrops daze your mouth but you keep talking 'til your voice is sore And it's forcing me to take cover under porcelain shields someday they might break in two but until they do You won't intend to ask how I feel or try to see me through When did I get out of your sight slip through your selfish eyes You think I've lost my charms I'd say you've lost your mind Yeah, it's forcing you to take cover under porcelain shells someday they might break in two but until they do I have nothing to offer accept what's left of me and you