Ingrid Michaelson: Glass Meaning
No tags, suggest one.
Tied my tongue in pretty bows with yours.
And now we pass and just like glass
I see through you, you see through me like I'm not there.
You could make my head swerve.
Used to know my every curve.
And now we...
» Nobody has submitted an interpretation for this song yet. Be the first!
More Ingrid Michaelson song meanings »
Submit Your Interpretation
|Check My Brain||anonymous|
|Should've Kissed You||anonymous|
|There is a Light that Never Goes Out||anonymous|
|What A Fool Believes||anonymous|
|On the Brightside||anonymous|