Besedila: Ani DiFranco. Glass House.

Sitting in my glass house while your ghost is sleeping down the hall.
Watching the little birds fly kamikaze missions into the walls.
Think I'm gonna stay in today,
Sit on my couch and watch them fall.
Life just keeps getting harder,
Keeps getting harder to hide.
Darker it is around me,
Easier it is to see inside.
And outside the glass the whole world is magnified,
And it's barely an inch from here to the other side.
Guess that push has come to this,
So I guess this must be shove.
But before you throw those stones at me,
Tell me, what's your house made of?
And before you'll know what I'm doing wrong,
You're going to have to get in line.
For the purposes of this song lets just say I'm doing fine.
Sure, I'm doing fine.
Trapped in my glasshouse,
Crowd has been gathering since dawn.
Make a pot of coffee while a catastrophe awaits me out on the lawn.
Think I'm going to stay in today,
Pretend like I don't know what's going on.
Seems that push has come to this,
So I guess this must be shove.
But before you throw those stones at me, tell me,
What's your house made of?
And before you'll know what I'm doing wrong,
You're going to have to get in line.
For the purposes of this song lets just say I'm doing fine.
Sure, I'm doing fine.
Sitting in my glass house... Sitting in my glass house.