Glass towers drink the morning whole White trains slide past without a soul Every window sells a perfect view Every room forgets the shape of you The avenues are polished clean No footprints mark where we have been City of Glass, shine over me A thousand suns with nothing to see City of Glass, lock every door We get what we want and become no more Vendors praise the flawless skin Mirrors hide the bones within Names dissolve on silver cards Children sleep beneath electric stars Behind the towers, under the floor Forgotten hands still keep the score A voice knocks once inside the wall No one answers; no one calls City of Glass, burn brighter still Feed every hunger, erase every will City of Glass, perfect and cold A living machine with a human-shaped hole Year after year, the windows gleam The streets grow quiet inside the dream If you see a face beneath the light Turn away smiling and sleep tonight The city is thriving. The city is empty. The city thanks you.
