Glasshouse
Although it appeared like a 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?