Glass Songtext
von Itasca

The window glass is getting [.]
All the paints are grey
The lights is barely comming through
My time here must be moving on


And all around the flowers are blooming
Leaves are heavy and the grass is turning
Through the same winter white wash
Trying to bring a smile to your face
Come on now

The table is set for later
And my [.] waiting
But it [.] to bother me to see
[.] but mine to made of glass

And all around the flowers are blooming
Leaves are heavy and the grass is turning
Through the same winter white wash
Trying to bring a smile to your face
Come on now