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
|Cause For Concern||anonymous|
|This Is It||anonymous|
|Riders on the Storm||EricHarv|
|Six Feet From the Edge||EricHarv|
|Soul Meets Body||anonymous|