Текст песни Under Crimson Skies - Germ

The glass has decayed
And returned to sand
Yet still I dreamed
That this would never end.

Standing on a platform
Are you too cruel to suffer?
Squeezing my hand tighter
With shards of glass in your palm.

You buried me against my will
Under crimson skies I was lying still
Gently I gripped your hand
As the blood poured onto the sand.

I looked to you to guide the way
But the freezing winds lead me astray
And atop the uphill climb
You pushed me down the other side.

I can still see your reflection in blood
Can you even recognise yourself?
And you left me here to burn
Before reaching out your hand.