Emily Jane White - Behind the Glass

Pressed against the glass your bleeding heart
But I knew you I knew you'd come apart
You sat down to see with your fragile heart
But I knew you, I knew you'd fall apart

And what is authenticity? (you dig into the deep)
For we crave it down on bruised knees
(Lie with the wounds beneath)
And we call out remembering (the silences between)
For a time that will never be again (you and me)

Behind the glass is something
But it might not be what you're wanting

You sat down to see, a curious heart
But I never knew that
You would come apart this way
Holding in your hands, your bleeding heart
But I never thought that you would fall apart this way

And what is authenticity? (you dig into the deep)
For we crave it down on bruised knees (lie with the wounds beneath)
And we call out remembering (the silences between)

For a time with a pulse and that bleeds (you and me)
For a time that will never be again (you and me)
For a with a pulse and that bleeds (you and me)
For a time that will never be again (you and me)

Behind the glass is something
But it might not be what you're wanting