In this glass househe whispers lovehow many times can 
I sit throughthe end of the worldhe lays his head dumb on my mouthhe left my body breaking backshis heat betrays mebut 
I need feelings and cures
In this glass house
In this glass house
In this glass house
In this glass house
Once in a life timeonce over therehe stood in doorwayshe stood on the edgehis point of view was feveron a thread of lightmy point of view was shakenhe took my mind
In this glass house
In this glass house
In this glass house
In this glass house
Please, don't disturb mewrapping me in clean white sheets
Cause I've got his filthy hands to cover meleave our roomlike, desires, untouchedwe're sons of savageswe're sons of dust
In this glass house
In this glass house
In this glass house
In this glass house