[intro] You said that there was still some sense, that time would mend each broken trace. You pieced me like a shattered mirror, so every crack retained its glimmer. [Chorus] Eye glue won’t mend the whole, you see, leaving space for one lone tear to be. Though I’d so dearly long to set things right, I cannot keep that tear from taking flight. [guitar break] With a smile stitched from strands of glass, in days so dark where all joy seems to pass, I paint a misty portrait of delight, with obstacles woven in to share the light. [Chorus] Eye glue won’t mend the whole, you see, leaving space for one lone tear to be. Though I’d so dearly long to set things right, I cannot keep that tear from taking flight. I ask no more, for I already know, though silence weighs like a heavy stone. Beneath the lamp’s solitary gleam, appears that final tear—a quiet dream. [Chorus] Eye glue won’t mend the fractured whole, leaving space for that lone tear’s roll. And if it falls straight down to the floor, it carries our pain to distant shores. [Chorus] Eye glue won’t mend the fractured whole, leaving space for that lone tear’s roll. And if it falls straight down to the floor, it carries our pain to distant shores.
