Porcelain Hour (Variation)

The hours turn to porcelain So fragile if you hold them wrong But beautiful when light comes in And makes them sing a quiet song In the porcelain hour Nothing breaks, nothing bends Just the sound of us breathing Where the evening begins Your voice across the telephone Like water finding lower ground I trace the shape of being alone And find it's not so dark a sound In the porcelain hour Nothing breaks, nothing bends Just the sound of us breathing Where the evening begins Let the world keep spinning We don't need to know Where the night is going Let the current flow Porcelain hour Porcelain hour