Glass/Film
S. Carey
Counting the hours, come where I lay
Slipped through a little hole in the film
Silent hills, patchwork fields, fall bitter lines
Oh my darling dear
Sleep to see what it looks like
I never meant to do no harm
In the glass, see your face
I know this place, I called the case
I was made for this
I was tamed by this
[Banjo: Justin Vernon]
