Blackfield-Glasshouse

Goodbye, old friend, my paranoia
We'll meet again someday
Life is running out
I guess I had enough, I need to go now
I used to live in a house of glass
Where no one comes or goes
Watching life outside
I used to stand behind the door
And hope the wind won't blow
And
mess my fears around

It took me so long to find out where
they're hiding
Music like rain
Over my deepest feelings
And you're faking that?
Music like rain
Over my deepest feelings
And you're faking that?
Faking that?
Goodbye, old friend, my paranoia
We'll meet again someday
Life is running out
I guess I had enough, I need to go now