My heart is reduced to shards of broken glass I can't see the beauty of flowers in a vase Seems like my life essence is mixed with vile chemicals that could be used to clean the floor And the warm glow inside has gone out thro' the door I feel like I've swallowed embers of burning coal That constrict my breath; this ship's crashing into shore My eyes burn like a funeral pyre And mourn the death of our love, its fire.