I'm here in the space you made Flickering lights that begin to fade Just fold back the page And watch the words tumble out
And who made that line? So I'm trapped by my own design I can read all the pictures now Then I'm changed by the thought somehow
Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't come home Broken glasses I plan my retreat so I can't come home
The needle picks up and goes Back to the starting note The familiar tone That spirals out here alone So who can I blame? When I know that it runs the same I singled you out It's a feeling I can't explain
Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't come home Broken glasses I plan my retreat so I can't come home Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't come home Broken glasses I plan my retreat so I can't come home Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't come home (I can't come home)