Ingrid Michaelson
Ingrid Michaelson
Ingrid Michaelson
Ingrid Michaelson
Ingrid Michaelson
Ingrid Michaelson
Ingrid Michaelson
Ingrid Michaelson
Ingrid Michaelson
Ingrid Michaelson
Ingrid Michaelson
Ingrid Michaelson
Rolled around on kitchen floors
Tied my tongue in pretty bows with yours
And now we pass and just like glass
I see through you, you see through me like I'm not there
You could make my head swerve
Used to know my every curve
And now we meet on a street
And I am blind. I can not find the heart I gave to you
Sometimes what we think we really want we don't
Sometimes what we think we want we really don't
Sometimes what we think we love we don't
And I am blind
I cannot find the heart I gave to you
And when we meet on a street
Then I am blind
I cannot find the heart I gave to you
Glass was written by Ingrid Michaelson.
Glass was produced by Chris Kuffner & Mark Turrigiano & Ingrid Michaelson.