Glass - Islander

We’ve learned the art of keeping secrets better than anyone

Woe

We’ve become the clashing cymbal in your ear while you say

«Woe»

Our hearts don’t bleed like they should.

Our hands don’t do any good

So how can I convince anyone of anything?

Like…

They bought cheap wine and replaced the tag

I’m just trying to help you see

I could spend my time perfecting lines, trying to help you see

But we shatter like glass all over their hands

And they touch their eyes, they touch their eyes.

We shatter like glass!

Our love turns into everything that we like

We gather our hate in bundles and still try to say…

They bought cheap wine and replaced the tag

I’m just trying to help you see

I could spend my time perfecting lines, trying to help you see

But we shatter like glass all over their hands

And they touch their eyes, they touch their eyes.

We shatter like glass!

We’ve become the white-washed tombs you’ve heard about

We are Pharisees, white-washed Pharisees

We shatter like glass