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 there

You 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 you

Sometimes 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't

And 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