Glass from Horizons by The Good Deeds

Your toothbrush still remains
Right where you left it last
In case you come back home
Like a heavy stone
And I am but glass

When did things have to change
From how they were before
This house creaks and groans
Oh how I bemoan
It's not you at the door

This innocence
This naivety
Misplaced reverence
What continuity

The candle melts into
A clear pool of wax
I hold the candle still
So wax doesn't spill
I am just the glass

This innocence
This naivety
Misplaced reverence
What continuity

Your toothbrush still remains
Right where you left it last
In case you come back home
Like a heavy stone
And I am but glass

• Folk
• blues
• gypsy
• indie folk
• jazz
• United States