This Glass House - Christian Death, R. Williams

In this glass house

He whispers love

How many times can I sit through

The end of the world

He lays his head dumb on my mouth

He left my body breaking backs

His heat betrays me

But I need feelings and cures

In this glass house

In this glass house

In this glass house

In this glass house

Once in a life time

Once over there

He stood in doorways

He stood on the edge

His point of view was fever

On a thread of light

My point of view was shaken

He took my mind

In this glass house

In this glass house

In this glass house

In this glass house

Please, don’t disturb me

Wrapping me in clean white sheets

Cause I’ve got his filthy hands to cover me

Leave our room

Like, desires, untouched

We’re sons of savages

We’re sons of dust

In this glass house

In this glass house

In this glass house

In this glass house