Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.

Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.

I'd crawl over broken glass for Elle MacPherson or Cindy Crawford.

Moshing and broken glass just don't go together.

He was like a shattered stained-glass window: something beautiful that's broken; a million colours fallen on the ground where no light can get through.

Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.