Behind Glass Songtext
von Holy Sons

Memories do pass and fade
Like lazy Sundays
There′s a strange wind blowing through the trees
That sickens my knees

I could spend my days breaking out of a jail I built
Sitting behind glass I installed in the past to escape


It's absurd to know why I didn′t grow
Lucky for the ones who take and grab what they see
So different from me
The whole world is jealous of itself
It's jealous of itself

I could spend my days breaking out of a jail I built
Sitting behind glass I installed in the past to escape