DESCRIPTION:
rough draft of a song

Dear, dear don't be daft
Don't cut me in half
Like some parlour trick that you use in the night

Life, life finds a way
To wither and fray
To take from your hands what you thought was all yours

Words are a trigger, a trigger of truth
A trigger that cannot break through

And I saw a glimmer
A glimmer in you.

Dear, dear don't be daft
Don't cut me in half
Like some parlour trick that you use in the night

Life, life finds a way
Life finds a way
To lift us all up and set our hearts ablaze.

Words, words are a trigger
A trigger of truth that cannot break through

And I think that I saw a glimmer,
A glimmer in you.