Glasshouse

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?