Bulletproof Glass

I grew up in a sheltered home
Residing in a fragile dome
Made of bulletproof glass and last-second glances back
We knew we were not alone
At heart he was a conqueror
Napoleon the punk rocker
For to live ingloriously is to die each day
A dark and profound thing to say
Can anybody hear me now?
I’m like a tree growing on infertile ground
I stand tall but I can’t make a sound
Look up to the ceiling’s stars
We’ll try and find out what is ours
To try and put a name on everything we see is almost blasphemy
Can’t you just let it be
Mumbles of self-conscious doubt
They turned to marbles rolling in my mouth
And now whenever I try to speak, you never hear me out
Isn’t that what love’s about?
Can anybody hear me now?
I’m like a tree growing on infertile ground
I stand tall but I can’t make a sound
Can anybody hear me now