Drifting

There's a tree for hangings
But it's breaking ice
And falling through
And dry as stone
I won't bleed for you

Underneath your shifting gaze
I was drifting
Oh, I've found ways to stay still
And still go missing

How long will it take?
How long 'til we break?

My spine of glass
Won't hold our fractured form
We're slender reed
In the face of a violent storm

There's something drifting
On the surface
I trace its outline with my thumb
A thousand times
I have rehearsed this
Now I'm counting down to one

How long will it take?
How long 'til we break?