Glass Box

I live in a glass box

I have for some time now

And my things and thoughts

Are strewn around it like a toddler's, ooh

And I can see you waving

I can hear you yelling

But I can't hear what you're saying

And I can move my lips

And I can wiggle my fingertips

But inside I'm frozen

I wish I was five years old

Then I couldn't be told nothin'

I live in a glass box

Its got impact windows

And they're not much to see with

And I'm not much to be with right now

But it's a livin'

But it's a livin'

(I'm a weary time traveller)

But it's a livin'

(I'm a weary time traveller)

But it's a livin'

(I'm a weary time traveller)