Glass

Rolled around on kitchen floors

Tied my tongue in pretty bows with yours

And now we pass and just like glass

I see through you, you see through me like I'm not thereYou could make my head swerve

Used to know my every curve

And now we meet on a street

And I am blind, I cannot find the heart I gave to youSometimes what we think we really want we don't

Sometimes what we think we want we really don't

Sometimes what we think we love, don't, we don'tAnd I am blind, I cannot find my heart I gave

And when we meet on a street

Then I am blind, I cannot find my heart I gave to you