Glasshouse

although it appeared like vision

stretching time; slowing down

like a fire without sound

and I think I heard silence

for the first time it hit me

that I had nothing more

that I was going home

and I sat there for hours

at the edge of a river

and I saw nothing more

is this all? nothing more?

only on the top of the glasshouse

and the face throwing stones

hasn’t ever atoned

and I sat there for hours

at the edge of a river

and I saw nothing more

and I saw nothing more

and I think I heard silence

for the first time it hit me

that I had nothing more

that I was going home

and I sat there for hours

at the edge of a river

and I saw nothing more

is this all? nothing more?

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Lyrics submitted by Marc.