everything she touched

She's always impossibly distant
I'd love to know how that can be
She's standing up tall so her head's in the clouds
Oh so far above reality

It's always been fairly consistent
So it all goes unnoticed while she
Continues ignoring the rips at the seams
And wipes all her memory clean
Clean

She's stood looking in from the outside
'Cause it's over but under her skin
And still she is trying to replay the tape
But she knows that she can't change a thing
Can't change a thing

The world in the palm of her hand
She's holding it like water
'Cause keeping it was easy without
The weight of December

And what was once a fire has been replaced
With burnt out embers
Oh, wouldn't it be easier if
Everything she touched was clean

So she empties her heart onto paper
But to her it's already empty
And often she writes it in poetic verse
'Cause it's easier than honesty

Recalls how he never once listened
To the caution she threw in the wind
And how expectations were hindered
By the sound of a telephone ring
Telephone ring

The world in the palm of her hand
She's holding it like water
'Cause keeping it was easy without
The weight of December

And what was once a fire has been replaced
With burnt out embers
Oh, wouldn't it be easier if
Everything she touched was clean

The world in the palm of her hand is
Getting much more heavy
The water slipped right through her fingers
By mid January

And now she tries to reignite the embers
But she's wary
That it would all be easier if
Everything she touched was clean
Clean