My dreams are blades of sugar-glass,
For when they pierce through my very soul,
The sensation is at first so sweet.

My dreams are blades of sugar-glass,
And when the blades are twisted,
They break, so they stay.

My dreams are blades of sugar-glass,
And when the blades start to splinter,
My poor, delicate heart starts to splinter with them.

My dreams are blades of sugar-glass,
And when I wake,
The shards itch under my skin.

My dreams are blades of sugar-glass,
And if I peer through them,
All I can see is you.