The Glassblower

Lyrics

fold my promises in this furnace
watch my feelings glow bright in the flame
Ill keep the burning
heat from boiling off the pain in your pane
roll a joint up in rhythm
till the shape of the smoke
Im exhaling in flows Im hoping
it stays sane as I go
pulling the fire into form
for the glass that I chose today
like love, too much breath and it breaks
not enough left in your chest and it caves
Kate, you taught me how to love
in more than a million different kind of ways
not just with my heart but my hands writing these words as I explain
you kept my brain in balance while our world was expanding
turned our pain on a pipe till it evened the span an
you never stopped turning the glass, never let it sag where it was standing
I know, loving me is hard an
Ive been working on reflection and its a dangerous art
one slip from this wrist and Ill scar before the songs even start
but honestly Id rather get burned in this furnace than keep holding this hurt in the dark
youre the form in the fire and keep pulling me from the sparks

I learned not to rush in
when the heat starts leaving
cos sudden cold makes cracks
in the things worth keeping
I used to go emotionally missing
even when I could see you needed breathing
now I know a bleeding touch can be deep in love
but how were you gonna love me while the wind was weakening us
I didnt want to grip you, I wanted to kiss you
till the ache stopped screaming
but I didnt want you to fix me
its like I loved it as the fault lines deepened

you put my heart on the blowpipe
took it back to the glory
heated it till it softened
you didnt rush what was forming
if I could gather all this molten love
Id help the hollow parts open up
fill in your damaged bits
your my hand blown princess worth holding up

you had patience
so we could let the weak points settle
seal us through the night
so we dont split under pressure
a test of glassblower love
but past being careful with the past lower tension
the glassblower made you so damn pretty
and he made me something precious

I learned not to rush in
when the heat starts leaving
cos sudden cold makes cracks
in the things worth keeping
I used to go emotionally missing
even when I could see you needed breathing
now I know a bleeding touch can be deep in love
but how were you gonna love me while the wind was weakening us
I didnt want to grip you, I wanted to kiss you
till the ache stopped screaming
but I didnt want you to fix me
its like I loved it as the fault lines deepened

I learnt a new word while writing this
Annealed
literally the perfect kind of fit
it means it was allowed to slowly cool down
to relieve internal strain
leaves it clear enough to see through
but leaves it unsafe when it breaks
Im sorry for the unusual out of song moment here
but the meaning felt real enough to share
before it escapes

I learned not to rush in
when the heat starts leaving
cos sudden cold makes cracks
in the things worth keeping
I used to go emotionally missing
even when I could see you needed breathing
now I know a bleeding touch can be deep in love
but how were you gonna love me while the wind was weakening us
I didnt want to grip you, I wanted to kiss you
till the ache stopped screaming
but I didnt want you to fix me
its like I loved it as the fault lines deepened