Rooms of Glass
Let's hurry up cause we're leaving tomorrow
Don't you drown your sorrow
No more time to sit still, no more running uphill
The hands on the clock start pointing fingers
Mr. Sadface lingers
He's still waiting in line to watch the gradual decline
If you decided that we should waste away, I still won't ignore you
Rooms made out of glass with chips and cracks, displaying the preview
Born to wander barefoot through the fire, clutching to branches
Roots begin to spring up from the Earth under avalanches
You're filling my head with a whole lot of nonsense
Heard you lost your conscience
Now you've found it once more, strolling on the sea shore
Bitter and sweet, and a little bit sour
Watch the bad man cower
He's already in hell though you never really can tell
If you decided that we should waste away, I still won't ignore you
Rooms made out of glass with chips and cracks, displaying the preview
Born to wander barefoot through the fire, clutching to branches
Roots begin to spring up from the Earth under avalanches
If you decided that we should waste away, I still won't ignore you
Rooms made out of glass with chips and cracks, displaying the preview
Born to wander barefoot through the fire, clutching to branches
Roots begin to spring up from the Earth under avalanches
Let's hurry up cause we're leaving tomorrow
Don't you drown your sorrow
No more time to sit still, no more running uphill
The hands on the clock start pointing fingers
Mr. Sadface lingers
He's still waiting in line to watch the gradual decline
Don't you drown your sorrow
No more time to sit still, no more running uphill
The hands on the clock start pointing fingers
Mr. Sadface lingers
He's still waiting in line to watch the gradual decline
If you decided that we should waste away, I still won't ignore you
Rooms made out of glass with chips and cracks, displaying the preview
Born to wander barefoot through the fire, clutching to branches
Roots begin to spring up from the Earth under avalanches
You're filling my head with a whole lot of nonsense
Heard you lost your conscience
Now you've found it once more, strolling on the sea shore
Bitter and sweet, and a little bit sour
Watch the bad man cower
He's already in hell though you never really can tell
If you decided that we should waste away, I still won't ignore you
Rooms made out of glass with chips and cracks, displaying the preview
Born to wander barefoot through the fire, clutching to branches
Roots begin to spring up from the Earth under avalanches
If you decided that we should waste away, I still won't ignore you
Rooms made out of glass with chips and cracks, displaying the preview
Born to wander barefoot through the fire, clutching to branches
Roots begin to spring up from the Earth under avalanches
Let's hurry up cause we're leaving tomorrow
Don't you drown your sorrow
No more time to sit still, no more running uphill
The hands on the clock start pointing fingers
Mr. Sadface lingers
He's still waiting in line to watch the gradual decline
Credits
Writer(s): Mellow Shiva
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