I'm here in the space you made

Flickering lights that begin to fade

Just fold back the page

And watch the words tumble out

So who can I blame

When I know that here the answer's same

I send you out

It's a feeling I can't explain

The needle picks up and goes

Back to the starting note

The familiar tone

That spirals out here alone

And who made that line

So I'm trapped by my own design

I can read all those pictures now

Then I'm changed by the thought somehow

Broken glass lays under my feet

And I can't come home

Broken glasses I plan my retreat so I can't come home

Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't come home

Broken glasses I plan my retreat so I can't come home

Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't come home

Can't come home

I can't come home