parallel introspectre

[modren]

precious and fragile things need special handling
my god what have we done to you?

we always try to share the tenderest of care
now look what we have put you through...

things get damaged, things get broken
I thought we'd manage, but words left unspoken,
left us so brittle...
there was so little left to give

angels with silver wings shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you

If god has a master plan that only he understands,
I hope it's your eyes he's seeing through

things get damaged, things get broken
I thought we'd manage, but words left unspoken,
left us so brittle... there was so little left to give

I pray you learn to trust, have faith in both of us,
and keep room in your hearts for two

things get damaged, things get broken
I thought we'd manage, but words left unspoken,
left us so brittle...
there was so little left to give