Glass is all we're really made of, and
Glass is all we'll ever be.
Nothing there to be afraid of;
We're both transparent, can't you see?

Glass is rising all around us;
It shines and shines into the air.
When somebody thinks they've found us,
Turn sideways on and disappear.

Glass protects you, but glass can shatter.
Hear the sirens, hear the screams.
In the end, though, nothing matters 'cause
No one else can see your dreams.

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Writer(s): ROBYN HITCHCOCK