[ Featuring Michaela Ryall ]
Here in the space you made
Flickering lights that begin to fade
Just fold back the page
And watch the words tumble loud
The needles picks up and goes
Back to the starting hours
That familiar tone
Under my feet and I can't
Come home
Broken glass sleeves
Under my feet and I can't
Come home
Broken glass
Broken glass is I planned my retreat
So I can´t come home
Cnd whom might that line
So I'm trapped by my own design
I could read all those pictures now
Then I change by the thoughts somehow
So who can I blame
When I know that it runs the same
I sample you out
It's a feeling I can't explain
Broken glass sleeves
Under my feet and I can't
Come home
Broken glass
Broken glass is I planned my retreat
So I can´t come home
I cant come home
Runs the same