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ceramic water buffalo bunny It was cold and a little bit sunny wanted all the pretty things.. but they didn’t make the cut did get one, wanted another wrapped and shiny a gift to me small marble treasure buffalo [chorus] there are glowing hearts among the broken things tiny treasures in broken rooms left by the dead curled up in a restless head… woke up one morning Imagined walking down that yellow grey brick road… with only my taste to guide… pens and pencils lined my jacket pocket… surrounded by trinkets of a life on a beyond bound death rocket…. for all we know to another dimension where threads of the universe weave a different way… [chorus] there are glowing hearts among the broken things tiny treasures in broken rooms left by the dead curled up in a restless head… I stumble upon it it is a glimpse into a love past a heart once in love with another a world apart connected in a single glow dumbfounded by the glimpse the glimpse of a past transaction so tiny and simple few words written between the dead the world around me falls I am saddened by the abandonment around me rooms of my past float up to the surface and surround me a broken house strewn about me [chorus] there are glowing hearts among the broken things tiny treasures in broken rooms left by the dead curled up in a restless head… I join the broken things left in this world… things left in time… threads unraveling… no longer wearable by the universe… my mind craves the anomaly fears the routine… objects in time… are closer than they seem in the blink of the universe… [chorus] there are glowing hearts among the broken things tiny treasures in broken rooms left by the dead curled up in a restless head…