Fragile things surround my feet The night was dark so I couldn't see anything My breath was short like my will was weak So I stand still and I don't speak Bc just one step, one small step And there will be nothin left And the rain it came and the wind did blow And those tiny little things they had no where else to go So they lined up along the streets And all the places that I kept puttin my feet And now just one move, one false move, And there will be nothin left to lose Cuz the crack of the shell makes my little toenails curl Makes my skin crawl, makes my blood boil Makes my skin crawl, makes my blood boil Makes my skin crawl, makes my blood boil Makes my skin crawl, makes my blood boil Makes my skin crawl, makes my blood boil So I made it dark so I couldn't find The words I had written in between the lines And we went someplace real loud So I couldn't hear the words thay planned to come out of my mouth Morning came and the it rose And the feeling started to come back into my toes So I slowly stood and began to breathe and those Fragile friends of mine, they were nowhere to be seen