digging in the nest of my heart
pencils and thimbles
wishing there was just a tiny bit more
searching the opaqueness of my soul
no flowers, no illusions
wishing there was just a tiny bit more

standing on a sea of broken glass
mouse traps and chasms
hoping I can grow wings and break free
stumbling through a forest of crystal balls
no bread crumbs, no horizons
hoping I can grow wings and break free

I will get better
just wait and you'll see
once the end of winter draws near
I will get better
I'll make it there
the clouds will part and I'll wake from this dream
I will get better
it's a matter of time
once again I will look in your eyes
I will get better
I'll make it there
and I'll be back, just wait for the sun