John Illsley World Is Made Of Glass
This house is mine
I'm in my house
The many rooms are warm
Each has its use
Each has its place
All but one
This empty space
There's no way in
There is no key
No light from windows clear
The air is thick
It's so hard to breathe
This empty space
It troubles me
The world is made of glass
The world is made of glass
Then outside a mighty noise
The flagpole crashes down
On the roof a warrior proud
He's finely dressed in wartime shroud
He wields his spear
I see his face
His eyes they flash like ice
Heaven knows what curse he brings
Does hell protect this empty space
The world is made of glass
The world is made of glass
I am on air
There is no time
No sound outside to hold
Can this be where two sides touch
Before the dream grows cold
The world is made of glass
The world is made
The world is made of glass
