layer upon layer upon layer
years have built up
the dirt and dust
the sticky jam from fingers
eating toast
the time has saved each tiny print
layer upon layer upon layer
of times i said i'd try to stop
but couldn't
cause it wasn't in me
not to do what i had done
layer upon layer upon layer
of praying hands
and wings of angels playing harps
and saying all the right things
layer upon layer upon layer
of being afraid to be the one to open up
and never doing so
and underneath it all
a frightened little girl
is standing in a lonely hall
layer upon layer upon layer
of the sorrys and i told you so's
and wait and sees'
until you couldn't see
no more
