The Glass

The Glass - Billie Marten

Lyrics by：Billie Marten

Let me lie here

Let me play

Let me run around

I've been waiting

All of my life

Just to grow down

Throw my head back

Think of nothing

Watch the day go through a day

I am restless

And reaching

Horses to the hay

My fingertips are black

From making up rhymes

My fingertips are black

From making up rhymes

One two three four

Dress me up nice

Brush my hair

Turn me into a dream

Put all the lights on

Turn every mirror

I have to be seen

And the night grows tired without you

Lift me to the glass

I'll wait till you come back

Lift me to the glass

I'll wait till you come back

Lift me to the glass

I'll wait till you come back