Porcelain

There's a place behind a tiny door Where there are vines and even roses I can let the thorns so you can feel again And press them in your skin And when we start to breath again rolling out Spiralling down on this planet The road's just swirling blue Now you feel it like I do, like I do Now you feel it like I do, like I do I swear you stand so still your hands And fingers made of porcelain and holding me Frozen There's a place behind a tiny door Where there are vines and even roses I can let the thorns so you can feel again And press them in your skin And when we start to breath again rolling out Spiralling down on this planet The road's just swirling blue Now you feel it I do, like I do Now you feel it like I do, like I do I swear you stand so still your hands And fingers made of porcelain you holding me (holding me) We fall down in the grass We're spinning somewhere far and fast The universe expands Spiralling down Now you feel it like I do, like I do Now you mean it like I do, like I do I swear you stand so still your hands And fingers made of porcelain you holding me Spiralling down on this planet The road's just swirling blue