Glass Eyes

Hey it's me
I just got off the train
A frightening place
The faces are concrete grey

And I'm wondering, should I turn around?
Buy another ticket
Panic is coming on strong
So cold, from the inside out

No great job
No message coming in
And you're so small
Glassy-eyed light of day
Glassy-eyed light of day

The path trails off
And heads down a mountain
Through the dry bush, I don't know where it leads
I don't really care
And the path trails off
And heads down a mountain
Through the dry bush, I don't know where it leads
I don't really care

I feel this love to the core
I feel this love turn cold