Even while the glass is steamed up
Even while the glass is steamed up
Counting the days to start
Start counting of breaths
Cannot wait to be outside
Just to smell the air
Folded hands, restless feet, unconscious fear
And I could hurry up and pick the lock
Well, but I've gotta piss
I'll burn that bridge when I get to it
Stay there for a while, cause I've got to piss
Breathing on the glass
And looking at my precious gift
Dreaming, wishing, anxious child
Then I'm getting sick
Shaking knees, dry heaves, unhealthy feel
And I should reach out and take it away
Well, but I've gotta shit
I'll burn that bridge when I get to it
Stay there for a while, cause I've got to shit
Even while the glass is steamed up
Even while the glass is steamed up
Expecting the unexpected
Even while the glass is steamed up
Playing the spectator
In a blink of an eye

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