Living in a piece of glass, I thought it would be easy, I thought it is what I wanted.......
I used to touch and breathe in life, I used to discover the lilies and willows.......
I can see you, I can hear you, why can't I be with you?......
The austere glass cuts me, I bleed, crimson crystal.....
I fall down in the wake of my fascination.......
I dream to break free, I dream to shatter beyond......
I feel you here.....
My heart weeps for the absence of you, my weakness......
I hear the voice that sounds like home......
Dark shadows will never unbound me......
Living in a piece of glass, I thought it would be easy, I thought it is what I wanted......
Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding....crimson crystal.
