Every pane in this glass house
Feels like it’s under attack
And I feel like I’m losing this
But I won’t realize the fact
That I’m proving it shouldn’t come backAll my words will lose their weight
Pulverized with each crumbling stone
And I’m giving up growing
All those seeds
Seeds that I’ve sown
Yeah, I’m questioning all that I’ve known
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