Once you watched through a glass door
another time through a window on the fifth floor,
I touched your back a thousand times in my fantasies,
touched the space of only you and me.
Do not ever turn around if I may not touch your face.
Even when I you lay my hands on your chest,
my cold fingers couldn't hide my first regrets of
longing to melt into your kiss but then I feared
there's nothing left which keeps us safe.
Do not ever turn around if I may not touch your face.
We move on glass beads but the won't carry us,
thicken the bell glass that sits over us.
Paint the pane of glass 'til we picture glass is made of us.
Paint the pane of glass 'til we picture glass is made of us.
What we've got is much to precious to put at stake.
Too easy to let go, so hard to resist you.
How I wish to break the glass in two
better than hazy fantasies that won't come true.
Do not ever turn around if I may not touch your face.
We move on glass beads but the won't carry us,
thicken the bell glass that sits over us.
Paint the pane of glass 'til we picture glass is made of us.
Paint the pane of glass 'til we picture glass is made of us.
Mind the glass make it visible,
we are in danger to get physical,
the real touch cuts sharper than splinters might hurt us
when our illusions are only made of wafer-thin glass.
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