This limpid house
That's made of glass
Is letting me
Go into
It didn't ask
If I have the pass
'Cause I'm the one
To get to

There are around so many things
From my outside life
It makes me sick of things to recognise...

All theatre acts
Are taking pause
To make the kind
Of "think of..."
In limpid house
That's made of glass
I have some facts
To face to

I see around so many things
From my outside life
It makes me sick of things to recognise...

...And then I realised that I
Could not have to know that the glass will brake
The reason of is my emotional eye
And minor-chorded face

'Cause I saw there so many things
From my inside life
And it made me sick of things I recognised.