"Man Of Broken Glass" lyrics - DAMON ALBARN

[Paul Hilton]
It's hardly odd that sometimes I am found
Talking to the walls
Alone
Pretending I am with someone
No, closed in a room
In these locks and chains
Hoping joy is born of love
Not money and not wine
And that Eden's waiting somewhere
And it's beautiful design

Sooner or later
You'll begin to see that I'm only holding
Onto shreds of a life to me
I'm a cluster of a mere fragments
I'm made of broken glass

[Golda Rosheuval]
It's hardly odd that sometimes I am found
Wishing all alone
That my arms were strong enough to keep at bay
All the forces of chaos that come our way
Hoping joy is born of love
Through fragility we shine
And Eden's waiting somewhere
And it's beautiful design

[Paul Hilton, Golda Rosheuval]
Sooner or later
You'll begin to see that I'm only holding
Onto shreds of a family
We're a cluster of mere fragments
We're made of broken glass