You crack the glass so that the shattered pieces reflect 
A cacophony of the dream you’ve wrecked 
And you move in slows 
And something in me just knows 
That it will never change the hue 
When it comes to me and you 
As I waded in my snow shoes 
With tennis rackets beneath my blues 
And you skate on by 
The ice queen on the surface of a grand lie 
And they build statues to the greatness 
Of the effigies of your lateness 
To the party you orchestrate 
It’s all in what you do not state 
When you hold the line 
And abide by the absence of time 
In the fields of when you were young 
But you’re like a cloth and you’re overwrung 
As you fail to mop the mess 
And you think I’m making you guess 
But it’s plain sight sailing 
And if this was a test then you would be failing 
But I never give you a grade 
Like a baby in the shade 
You just avoid the sun 
Always looking after number one