Glasshouse syndrom 

Yesterday I was sitting on a chair
like a child in a foreign land
and I seemed to be locked up in a house of glass
I tried to reach out with my hand

As I was sitting I saw myself
sitting like I did so many times before
staring at a girl I will never see again
drifting away, away from the shore

I'm in a glasshouse
I'm feeling like a small mouse

Dreaming in a real world with one difference
painting a picture for a single desire
instead of choosing my own ground
she was passing the corner and cut up this wire

I'm a small boy playing
(playing) with the product of imagination
just like "Pink Floyd's Domino"
the wall will grow up to isolation...

I'm in a glasshouse
I'm feeling like a small mouse

©´ 1998 Broken Dream