Lletres: Crest (the). Vain City Chronicles. My War / Broken Glass.

Someone staring, I aim from the sniper behind the wall.
Mean no harm, but I'm trained to unarm what may strike us all.
Can you hear me through your moanin'?
Broken glass.
I would do anything to find someone like you.
Do you think you relate, do you think you're like me somehow?
Let me tell you; who challange the waters, is sure to drown.
Can you hear me through your moanin'?
Broken glass.
I would do anything to find someone like you.
It doesn't matter anymore, 'cos all that was left has escaped through my open door.
It doesn't matter anymore, and it's all 'cos of you.
I would do anything to find someone like you