Bulletproof Glass - The Accidentals

I grew up in a sheltered home

Residing in a fragile dome

Made of bulletproof glass and last-second glances back

We knew we were not alone

At heart he was a conqueror

Napoleon the punk rocker

For to live ingloriously is to die each day

A dark and profound thing to say

Can anybody hear me now?

I’m like a tree growing on infertile ground

I stand tall but I can’t make a sound

Look up to the ceiling’s stars

We’ll try and find out what is ours

To try and put a name on everything we see is almost blasphemy

Can’t you just let it be

Mumbles of self-conscious doubt

They turned to marbles rolling in my mouth

And now whenever I try to speak, you never hear me out

Isn’t that what love’s about?

Can anybody hear me now?

I’m like a tree growing on infertile ground

I stand tall but I can’t make a sound

Can anybody hear me now