it's like the way you tapped the glass and pointed at me
and your hand looked like i always remembered
always something about your hands
that somehow you touched me
more than you had before.
i mean, there had always been some wall...
my fault, i know,
but this glass
so real
so permanent
and talking on a phone
more face to face
than ever before
so nothing would ever be the same
and it was just too late
it was just too late
and your hand looked like i always remembered
always something about your hands
that somehow you touched me
more than you had before.
i mean, there had always been some wall...
my fault, i know,
but this glass
so real
so permanent
and talking on a phone
more face to face
than ever before
so nothing would ever be the same
and it was just too late
it was just too late