Losing your hair In the dead of the night Sitting in a jar Drying in the light Little by little And petal by petal February prints hope on her face Little by little And pebble by pebble Build up a home when you've called him away There's a death in the corner Atop the tower Ripped warm from the earth After birds called the hour Little by little Your terror your terror Brittle as porcelain sheets on the lake Little by little And pebble by pebble The edges will fold When you can't stop the rain Little by little Breathe in and settle February prints hope on her face Little by little She meddles and meddles Red in the glass is just one and the same