The Paranoyds - Glass

{Verse}
Flip through the telephone and look up your name
Say it three times and you appear again
The trouble with glass is it's so easy to break
But so nice to hold

{Verse}
A light goes off in my brain
I try to stop, but I can't refrain
Knock on my door, a smile on my face
(?...) to the floor

{Chorus}
The straightest tie
Hypnotic bind
Hypnotic bind

{Verse}
Cleanliness is a matter of taste
Savor it, don't waste
I know what it is that keeps me awake
I've lost control

{Chorus}
The strangest tie
Hypnotic bind
Hypnotic bind