Fobee - Broken Glass

I'm here in the space you made Flickering lights that begin to fade Just fold back the page And watch the words tumble loud So who can I blame? When I know that it runs the same I singled you out It's a feeling I can't explain The needle picks up and goes Back to the start it knows The familiar tone That spirals out here alone And who might I'd lying So I'm trapped by my own design I can read all those pictures now Then I'm changed by the thoughts somehow Broken glass lies under my feet and I can't come home... Broken glasses - I plan my retreat so I can't come home... Broken glass lies under my feet and I can't come home... Broken glasses - I plan my retreat so I can't come home...