Testo Glass

It didn’t seem to be the time
To invoke fears with made-up lies
And I couldn’t distinguish the feelings
Or even all those facts far from opinions

I’ve built a house
Made out of glass
To have a glimpse at this worlds end To be able to reach out and help
Well everyone else except myself

I’ve built a house
With thinnest walls
Buried myself in a building so small
Now everybody should be able to hear
The choir of bones the hymn of my fears

And I can hear them sing
And I can hear them hum
Break the glass throw the stone!
But I have nowhere to go!