Il testo della Glory

I see his eyes moving away from me
Oh no, is this another albatross?
He knows he holds dominion over me
But what i gain is worth the cost
We share the cold embrace of cousins
I wonder if i've seen him somewhere else before
And as i wonder at his ancestry
I'm ? by the door

And in the telling of the story
I lose my way inside a prepositional phrase
I read his lips and i see glory
But what i hear is "be afraid"

So from the fog of every morning
Until the heat of day is still
I watch the clock as it turns backwards
I watch the water run uphill

And in the telling of the story
I lose my way inside a prepositional phrase
I read his lips and i see glory
But what i hear is "be afraid"

And in the telling of the story
I lose my way inside a prepositional phrase
I read his lips and i see glory
But what i hear is "be afraid"