Glass Eyes
Hey it’s meI just got off the trainA frightening placeTheir faces are concrete greyAnd I’m wondering, should I turn around?Buy another ticketPanic is coming on strongSo cold, from the inside outNo great job, no message coming inAnd you’re so smallGlassy-eyed light of dayGlassy-eyed light of day.
The path trails offAnd heads down a mountainThrough the dry bush,I don’t know where it leadsI don’t really careAnd the path trails offAnd heads down a mountainThrough the dry bush,I don’t know where it leadsI don’t really care.
I feel this often, goI feel this often, go.