THROUGH THE GLASS
From: Last of the Good Straight Girls (1995)
Copyright ©
Susan Werner; additional music Fernando Saunders
God was I naive
Waiting like some little lamb
Willing to believe
The story of the big strong man
Who follows his own dreams
The man who would be king some day
But it isn't all it seems
With something always in the way
And the empire falls with every word you're fumbling for tonight
And I can't bear to fool myself again
When you say
Hang on, just a little bit longer
You say
Hold on, just a little bit more
But I, I know now what I didn't before
And I will not love you through the glass
Such a sleight of hand
Such a touch with subtle lies
Such a fine command
Of every common alibi
But then you lost your grip
And sank into a six-pack slide
Living for the sip
And killing off the king inside you
Call it running from the shadows
Call it running from the light
But you're fumbling for my name again tonight
And you say
Hang on, just a little bit longer
You say
Hold on, just a little bit more
But I, I know now what I didn't before
And I will not love you through the glass
Why dream on a dream that burns me
Why dream on a dream expired
I'm told that this dream returns
But lately I'm
So tired
I used to be naive
Waiting like some little lamb
Willing to believe
The story of the big strong man
Follows his own dreams
The man who would be king some day
But it isn't all it seems
With empty bottles standing in the way
And you say
Hang on, just a little bit longer
You say
Hold on, just a little bit more
But I, I know now what I didn't before
And I will not love you through the glass
You say
Hang on, just a little bit longer
You say
Hold on, just a little bit more
But I, I know now what I didn't before
And I will not love you through the glass
I will not love you
I will not love you through it