can you trap my laughter

in a crystal jar of dreams

and sprinkle a little of it

when I'm ripped at seams?

'cause the fabric of my soul

is loosely threaded these days

and this windswept material

worries me when it sways

staggerin' as a lost wayfarer

wandering by countryside

but pulled back by the call

of a metropolis worldwide

so can you collapse into me

and collect my little smiles

to give me in bits 'n' pieces

this glee through my trials?

for what do i do with a soul

split apart in opposite ways?

oh what happens to a house

that tries to bloom in decays?