[Intro] Blue glass above me Silver on the floor Your face in every color I could not hold before [Verse 1] The windows broke in winter stars Across the chapel wall Dark blue, pale gold, and wounded white Made halos where they fell A saint without a lifted hand A lamb without its eyes A crown split clean by thunder rain A heaven cut to knives [Verse 2] I saw you in the shattered light Not whole, not mine, not near Your mouth became a piece of moon Your hair a silver spear I knelt to gather what I could But glass bit through my skin The brighter shards remembered you The darker ones remembered him [Pre-Chorus] I kept the pretty pieces I hid the blood away But every colored splinter Knew what I would not say [Chorus] Blue glass saints, look down on me Paint my guilt in broken sea If your eyes are made of rain Show me where I caused the pain Blue glass saints, do not shine Over only what was kind Let the window cut me through Till every shard confesses you [Verse 3] The choir stalls were filled with dust The organ pipes were cold Yet all the fractured apostles watched In dark and blameless gold I found the line I never sent Still folded in my coat The ink had run like chapel tears Across the final note [Pre-Chorus] I called it grief to sound more clean I called it love to hide But glass has no polite belief It shows the wound inside [Chorus] Blue glass saints, look down on me Paint my guilt in broken sea If your eyes are made of rain Show me where I caused the pain Blue glass saints, do not shine Over only what was kind Let the window cut me through Till every shard confesses you [Piano Interlude] One note for the promise One note for the door One note for the morning I did not answer for [Bridge] Then all the saints turned faceless Their colors ran like wine And in the broken window I saw your hand leave mine Not stolen by the darkness Not taken by the cold But loosened by the silence I was too proud to hold [Build-up] Cut me clean Cut me true Every pane Returns to you [Final Chorus] Blue glass saints, look down on me Paint my guilt in broken sea If your eyes are made of rain Show me where I caused the pain Blue glass saints, do not shine Over only what was kind Let the morning find me new With every shard confessing you [Outro] Blue glass above me Rain through the frame The saints were made of fractures And so was my name