Lukas Termena - Broken Glass

And who made that line?
So I'm trapped by my own design
I can read all the pictures now

Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't come home
Broken glasses I plan my retreat so I can't come home

I'm here in the space you made
Flickering lights that begin to fade
Just fold back the page
And watch the words tumble out

So who can I blame?
When I know that it runs the same
I singled you out
It's a feeling I can't explain

Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't come home
Broken glasses I plan my retreat so I can't come home

And who made that line?
So I'm trapped by my own design
I can read all the pictures now

Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't come home
Broken glasses I plan my retreat so I can't come home...

[The best track of this summer.]