Along a busy street I find a bottle tossed away I hold it to my eyes and change the colour of the day A broken neck, a jagged edge, Surrounds a changing scene, And passing strangers smile at me a lovely shade of green.
Glass Glass Glass Glass
A mirthless hearing, back again turns everything around And left hs right, and right is left, And where can truth be found. A chandelier weeps crystal tears from all its crystal eyes And windows slash their panes of glass and no one hears their cries
Glass Glass Glass Glass
I see a lonely mission church and walk inside the door The stain glass window high above makes patterns on the floor I see inside the rainbows eyes the colors I've become My eyes at peace within my skull the moment I am one Glass Glass Glass Glass