Yellowed and cracked
Beneath the broken glass
In a box of beat up things
Ariana still smiles her
Down-home smile
Among the dead and broken
Buried with the life
I lived before

Yellowed and cracked
Beneath the broken glass
In a box of beat up things
There’s still that bit
Of beauty
Of pent-up love and life
Buried through the anger
Tied up in the night

I never had the nerve
I never had the clarity
To bring an end to this
Pointless and unending
Story
But things have changed
Yeah, I have changed
And I think, Ariana . . .

I think it might be time

But I can’t see her
Through the tears
Or the dust built up
All these years
Or the fact I don’t
Have the will to turn
And face her

Yellowed and cracked
Beneath the broken glass
In a box of beat up things