Broken Glass

With an ounce of gold and an ounce of sage
I'll give you beautiful dreams
I'll give you beautiful dreams
I'll put it right up front
I'll make you understand
You see yourself, lover, through my eyes
Across the desert sand

Your touch is such a tender thing
That I'm afraid to deal back too much
Because there's reasons live in these blue skies
You're such an easy touch
You're such an easy touch

I'll give you the future
I'll give you the past
I'll give you diamonds
In the lonely mess where we got our name
Violence is such a good friend
Yeah, it's such a good friend
Your arms are feathers someone caught
And they're as lovely and pure as the rain
Rain is made of more than water
As injury is made of more than pain

I'll give you the future
I'll give you the past
I'll give you diamonds

I'll give you...
I'll give you...
For your beautiful face
For your beautiful face
I'll give you...
If you think it will do any good
I'll give you...