Index of first lines

Freeze, don't breathe, don't speak, let me eat the silence
Glass, don't ask, sweet laughs tip the balance over
This won't end, won't end: polaroid of the heart

And it's too much to ask, to see
To want to be
4, 3, 2, 1
Panes start to glow
And it's too much to grasp, to hold
The skin gets cold
For you to want
Out in a row
And it's too much to love and yet
It's not enough
Burn out the sun
Always too warm

Mais bien sûr, it's true, we are truly past gone
Hurt my ears, my dear, teach me where the door is