My Body Is a Glasshouse (A Thousand Stones Ago)

I’m vacant — I’m occupied more
If you want my love for your money
At my ankles my clothes, my knees on the floor
My innocence literally a footnote
My soul scattered somewhere below
My body is a glasshouse
A thousand stones ago
In the wake of your departing car
With your foot firmly to the floor
With your wheels burning smoke
Wide is the wind as the dust that blows
My opacity is one of a ghost
I’m somewhere over and nowhere near a rainbow
My body is a glasshouse
A thousand stones ago
Take my illegal body, you’ll never see my soul
We’ve both been here before, we both know the score
Symmetrical, parallel, we’re two vessels and nothing more
I can lead you to the water, but I can’t make you dream, woah woah
With my body for a glasshouse
A thousand and one stones ago
My body is a glasshouse
A thousand stones ago
My body is a glasshouse
A thousand stones ago
My body is a glasshouse
A thousand stones ago