Glasshouse

[Verse 1]

All flown out in the crafting

A road in pots called to entwine

Hands in the clay

[Verse 2]

We did alright, we know

And their life is growing

Tracing the gold

[Verse 3]

Of a new sun

We're making up, oh, as we go

From all the lines, calling in the heat

Beneath the ground

From the source keeping us here