Today I am a small blue thing

Like a marble or an eye

With my knees against my mouth

I am perfectly round

I am watching you

I am cold against your skin

You are perfectly reflected

I am lost inside your pocket

I am lost against your fingers

I am falling down the stairs

I am skipping on the sidewalk

I am thrown against the sky

I am raining down in pieces

I am scattering like light

Scattering like light

Scattering like light

Today I am a small blue thing

Made of China, made of glass

I am cool and smooth and curious, I never blink

I am turning in your hand

Turning in your hand

I am cold against your skin

You are perfectly reflected

I am lost inside your pocket

I am lost against your fingers

I am falling down the stairs

I am skipping on the sidewalk

I am thrown against the sky

I am raining down in pieces

I am scattering like light

Scattering like light

Scattering like light

Today I am a small blue thing

Like a marble or an eye

I am cool and smooth and curious, I never blink

I am turning in your hand

Turning in your hand

Turning in your hand

Small blue thing

Turning in your hand

Turning in your hand