thoughts remain feelings unspoken a moth to flame walking on broken glass catch a plane to the sahara then pray for rain running mascara now s the time to get on your feet dear love is blind under the chandeliers under the chandeliers an unmade bed a high threshold for pain the things you said a pillowcase lipstick stain now s the time to put on your face dear you were mine under the chandeliers under the chandeliers under the chandeliers look up at the chandeliers1