Behind Glass by Eric Gordon . Hold too tightly to a glass, and it shatters Mending it, you can’t let me get that close again I remain distorted through shards I don’t want to admit that some of those reflections of me are true All my words push you away How can I talk to you without words? I searched in the river, and found a shiny stone and presented it to you But by then it dried and was dull and offensive. The sound of words can penetrate glass But not their meaning I can do nothing to polish the glass And the shards cut deeply