Glass by Islander

Pains by Islander

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Glass
by Islander

Album: Pains

We've learned the art of keeping secrets better than anyone
Woe
We've become the clashing cymbal in your ear while you say
"Woe"
Our hearts don't bleed like they should. Our hands don't do any good
So how can I convince anyone of anything? Like...

They bought cheap wine and replaced the tag
I'm just trying to help you see
I could spend my time perfecting lines, trying to help you see

But we shatter like glass all over their hands
And they touch their eyes, they touch their eyes. We shatter like glass!

Our love turns into everything that we like
We gather our hate in bundles and still try to say...

They bought cheap wine and replaced the tag
I'm just trying to help you see
I could spend my time perfecting lines, trying to help you see

But we shatter like glass all over their hands
And they touch their eyes, they touch their eyes. We shatter like glass!

We've become the white-washed tombs you've heard about
We are Pharisees, white-washed Pharisees

We shatter like glass