
He made a glasshouse 
In the shape of his favourite flower 
Every day he water 
The seed of my heart
Autumn winds
blowing in the midnight
cannot  breathe, cannot breathe
Vapour drops
Condensed on the inside
It's my tears, It's my tears
Everyday he water 
My heart with artificial colour 
An accurate mixture
A secret formula
Deformed limbs 
geometrical perfection 
powerless, powerless
Poisoned blood 
hue and saturation 
never fade, never fade
To the shape you please
I grow, I grow, I grow
The glass will never break
I know, I know, I know