I come to you through lens on lens I come to you through the minds of friends When I come to you, I come out blurred When I come to you, I come out blurred I come to you through words in words I come to you through thoughts all obscured When I come to you, I come out blurred When I come to you, I come out blurred And this little line I draw outside your edge You drive yourself between us like a wedge And this little line I trace This little life I make Is it mine to make? I come to you through word of mouth I run through you; it just gets out When I get to you, I don't make sense When I get to you, I don't make sense This circle that I drew Outside of me; away from you Oh this little line I trace You drove yourself between us And you break us and you leave us I come to you, a quiet car I come to you from the dark, without knowing that When I get to you, I'm not at home When I'm next you, I'm all alone And these little glass that shattered on the floor Who let you walk straight through that china door Hours after I am still awake Oh those little hearts you take Were they yours to break?