Porcelain

She sits alone in a pink chair By the window of a café She sips hot tea off a tray Every weekday like she's on display But no one knows her name People ask but she won't say And when something deep inside her aches One tear runs down her face Fragile like a china doll, skin as white as snow Her glassy blue eyes follow you wherever you go Pretty like a portrait, paint a little cracked If she breaks, there's no turning back She's porcelain (oh) She's porcelain (oh) She stares at a vase inside a red room at the art museum She feels with every part of her being That she's no longer needed 'Cause her love has no meaning But no one knows her name (her name) People ask but she won't say (she won't say) And when something deep inside her aches One tear runs down her face Fragile like a china doll, skin as white as snow Her glassy blue eyes follow you wherever you go Pretty like a portrait, paint a little cracked If she breaks, there's no turning back She's porcelain (oh) She's porcelain (oh) She gazes at a frozen lake Wishing she could skate Fragile like a china doll, skin as white as snow Her glassy blue eyes follow you wherever you go Pretty like a portrait, paint a little cracked If she breaks, there's no turning back She's porcelain (oh) She's porcelain (oh) Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh