The desire to build glass houses To see the world trough a mediated light. Our voyeur's belly full. What we fear is knowing it's possible to face and seize each and every day.Terrified of a life wasted. Bitter and afraid. Look around to see what we've come to build. Let the good times roll but we can never sit still. We've convinced ourselves we're screaming at brick walls.Because we will even feel free if they ever fall? True life is a balancing act: all our bridges burned will never come back. What will we tear down? What will he hold dear? We kill our potential: We kill what we fear. If you look you'll always find excuses.
We wait, we worry, we wonder When time files will we have wings to follow? When time files who will have wings to follow? Who will be cut down and left behind? But what a note to end on! For all our faults Something noble in not knowing but still moving on. What else can we do but stay strong and just be? If the time comes I hope this is how I'll rememberyou and you'll remember me.
We wait, we worry, we wonder When time files will we have wings to follow? When time files who will have wings to follow? Who will be cut down and left behind? But what a note to end on! For all our faults Something noble in not knowing but still moving on. What else can we do but stay strong and just be? If the time comes I hope this is how I'll rememberyou and you'll remember me.