In a Glass House

Looking through the window can you tell me what you see. You're sure you're really seeing what is meant to be a Glass a mirror to reflect what I conspire a vision, image I desire. Standing on the ice believing all I'm searching for Close your cloudy

He is the runaway Lie low the wanted man Mask his elusive face Soon he will getaway And free is his future No more aimless time to spend And evading, he's escaping Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more. Run in the underwood Cover and