stop shaking the snow globe
you're making my head hurt
making my heart do a thump, thump
stop earth quaking the perfect world
where beauty lives like sunlight in the morning
you took the people of the land and shook them up
you took the glassy sky and knocked on it causing it to crack
throwing the world around with the palm of your hands
stop shaking the snow globe
the children are sleeping
water is seeping now
the staircase is crying
shards of glass are flying down the stairwell
and you're watching from the bottom
and you argue
and you yell
why did the pretty world die?
well I say it was yours to take and you broke it
you broke the land with your hands.
you broke the land with your hands.