Glass
Glass is all we're really made of and
Glass is all we'll ever be
Nothing there to be afraid of, we're
Both transparent, can't you see?
Glass is rising all around us, it
Shines and shines into the air
When somebody thinks they've found us, turn
Sideways on and disappear
Glass protects you but glass can shatter
Hear the sirens, hear the screams
In the end though nothing matters 'cause
No one else can see your dreams
Writer/s: Bernard Albrecht / Ian Curtis / Peter Hook / Robyn Hitchcock / Stephen Morris
