‘Why Can I See Me In Broken Glass’ and its Answer

Of Hands, of Panic, of Birds & Of Bone!
Of Hands, of Panic, of Birds & Bone!

I repeat this phrase like an itch,
Like a spell, scrambling for the switch
that will blind these thoughts
No, bind these thoughts so I can keep on living,
keep on moving, one step away
From a little bit of hell.
Of Hands, Panic, Birds & Bone,
Hands, Panic, of Birds, of Bone.

I repeat this phrase like an itch, like a spell
Because I know I can’t dress this problem in a bell
and a bow-tie, and charm my way out of it.
I’m not a child anymore,
And I know to whom I answer.

Of Hands, Panic, Birds, Bone
I repeat this phrase like an itch, like a wish
That if only my hands were stronger
My heart was bolder
I could tie my bones together, with shrapnel rope,
And never see the weathered skin.
I Itch and I Hitch and I Knot and
I Wish To know what I should be wishing for –

hands, panic, birds and bone.