The Blue Glare

Verse 1

Woke up

Glass plate on the nightstand

I stared at the blue glare

Hungry

Checking on the strangers

Counting up the hollow likes

One thumb

Slipping on the polished surface

Chorus

There's a window in my pocket

There's a window in my hand

I am looking through the glass

I am losing all my land

I am looking

I am looking

I am looking

Verse 2

Dinner

Copper pots are cold now

She is scrolling through the feed

Silently

Bright screens on the table

Blue tint on her tired face

Dull eyes

Tracing out the digital trails

Hardly even spoke her name

Cold tea

Chorus

There's a window in my pocket

There's a window in my hand

I am looking through the glass

I am losing all my land

I am looking

I am looking

I am looking

Bridge

Iron rails are rusted through

Satellites are watching you

Signal bars are staying blue

Wires

Wires

Wires

Verse 3

Sunsets

Nobody is seeing them

Unless they find the lens first

Captured

Frozen in a tiny square

Validation for the ghost

Gone

Everything is slipping away

Falling down the battery drain

Plug in

Chorus

There's a window in my pocket

There's a window in my hand

I am looking through the glass

I am losing all my land

I am looking

I am looking

I am looking

Outro

Turn it off

Turn it off

Turn it off

Just a piece of black glass now