Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Glass Gloss, artist - Ocean Grove.
Date of issue: 13.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Glass Gloss |
I’m starting to believe it’s a little… What? |
Sleeping with your bag in the back of a cab |
I’m starting to believe it’s a little… What? |
I could really feel my bones on fire |
I’m starting to believe it’s a little… What? |
Another day I nearly sold my soul for nada |
I’m starting to believe it’s a little… What? |
I said I’m starting to believe it’s a little… |
I’m starting to believe it’s a little heinous |
The progress we’re making has taken my patience |
If we could find another way to make it work |
Or a different path I’d be down to take it |
See that world that you’re making? |
Hold my beer while I shake it |
Those along for the ride know that the pleasure was mine |
And I know my way out, I know my way |
And I know my way out |
Don’t forget that I’m real, not another weapon of mass appeal |
It’s time to turn off |
(My supernova windowsill, my supernova windowsill) |
You must forget that I’m real, reciprocate the hands that I deal |
It’s time to jump off |
(My supernova windowsill, my supernova windowsill) |
Take it or leave it. |
Who’s learning? |
Who’s preaching? |
Everybody’s on their shit, I’m feeling life |
The cycles repeating, my strange love is fleeting |
Everybody’s on their shit, I’m feeling life |
Turn the radio on, do you like what you hear? |
It’s the pain that I’ve tasted, with the freaks I hold near |
So tell me what’s with the pressure that we are made to consume |
Fight for purpose, we’ve got no future locked away in our rooms |
And I know my way out, I know my way |
And I know my way out |
On my vertebrae I stand, gazing brand new to the cause' |
What’s more important? |
Who I am or who they think that I was |
I’ll find comfort in the day, when its flesh to decay |
I’m on a hypersonic rocket floating lightyears away |
Don’t forget that I’m real, not another weapon of mass appeal |
It’s time to turn off |
(My supernova windowsill, my supernova windowsill) |
You must forget that I’m real, reciprocate the hands that I deal |
It’s time to jump off |
(My supernova windowsill, my supernova windowsill) |