Tonight I wear the color blue And sit upon the couch with the cat Who would not like it if I moved That day I fell Into the crystal room Saw so many of my selves in the glass Not one of which I knew And I'm so old now So old, it can't be true So old that I could fall apart with you Tonight When I step up to the door And I open up my hands No, it's not because I'm poor It's the chain I choose The glass that splits my foot When I comfort you It's just because I should Tonight Tonight