Shattering Sea - Tori Amos

That is not my blood on the bedroom floor

That is not the glass that I threw before

He gets his power from tide and wave

But grains of sand are my domain

His tempest surged an angry flash

Then through my arms formed a sea of glass

Shattering sea, closing my eyes

Shattering sea, closing my eyes

Shattering sea, closing my eyes

Every line, every curve, every twist

Every turn of every brutal word

Every turn, every line, every twist

Every line, every curve, every twist

Every curve of every brutal word

That is not my blood on the bedroom floor

That is not the glass that I threw before