"I can't get married. I'm a 30 year old boy."
On the desolate corner of a burned out street,
lies the husk of a China shop
From window to window, display cases line the walls
protecting fantastic figurines forged from the finest crystal,
the most delicate glass
Inside there's a little boy who sees a man when he looks in the mirror
He scurries excitedly from shelf to shelf, from case to case
his palms are sweating, his mouth agape
He's never seen these things before, but my, they are so fantastic
so amazing
The dust flutters through the beams of sunlight, like dreams before his eyes
These things, These things he plays with
Forgive him, he knows not what he does
Fantastic figurines forged from the finest crytal,
the most delicate glass
Falling through his fingers, out of his hands,
to the unforgiving floor
One small mistake followed by a pitiful gasp
A little boy in a china shop is all this man will ever be,
dancing in the suns beams with the dust,
forgive him he knows not what he does.
lies the husk of a China shop
From window to window, display cases line the walls
protecting fantastic figurines forged from the finest crystal,
the most delicate glass
Inside there's a little boy who sees a man when he looks in the mirror
He scurries excitedly from shelf to shelf, from case to case
his palms are sweating, his mouth agape
He's never seen these things before, but my, they are so fantastic
so amazing
The dust flutters through the beams of sunlight, like dreams before his eyes
These things, These things he plays with
Forgive him, he knows not what he does
Fantastic figurines forged from the finest crytal,
the most delicate glass
Falling through his fingers, out of his hands,
to the unforgiving floor
One small mistake followed by a pitiful gasp
A little boy in a china shop is all this man will ever be,
dancing in the suns beams with the dust,
forgive him he knows not what he does.