Islander Glass
We've learned the art of keeping secrets better than anyone
Woe
We've become the clashing cymbal in your ear while you say
“Woeâ€
Our hearts don't bleed like they should. Our hands don't do any good
So how can I convince anyone of anything? Like
They bought cheap wine and replaced the tag
I'm just trying to help you see
I could spend my time perfecting lines, trying to help you see
But we shatter like glass all over their hands
And they touch their eyes, they touch their eyes. We shatter like glass!
Our love turns into everything that we like
We gather our hate in bundles and still try to say
They bought cheap wine and replaced the tag
I'm just trying to help you see
I could spend my time perfecting lines, trying to help you see
But we shatter like glass all over their hands
And they touch their eyes, they touch their eyes. We shatter like glass!
We've become the white-washed tombs you've heard about
We are Pharisees, white-washed Pharisees
We shatter like glass