Glasshouse - Should

Although it appeared like vision

Stretching time;

slowing down

Like a fire without sound

And I think I heard silence

For the first time it hit me

That I had nothing more

That I was going home

And I sat there for hours

At the edge of a river

And I saw nothing more

Is this all?

Nothing more?

Only on the top of the glasshouse

And the face throwing stones

Hasn’t ever atoned

And I sat there for hours

At the edge of a river

And I saw nothing more

And I saw nothing more

And I think I heard silence

For the first time it hit me

That I had nothing more

That I was going home

And I sat there for hours

At the edge of a river

And I saw nothing more

Is this all?

Nothing more?