Gentle Giant

Looking through the window can you tell me what you see.
You're sure you're really seeing what is meant to be a Glass
a mirror to reflect what I conspire a vision, image I desire.
Standing on the ice believing all I'm searching for
Close your cloudy eyes and chase all that you did before
Standing on the ice believing all I'm searching for
Close your cloudy eyes and chase all that you did before
Living in a glass house shielding all that's meant for me
Can you clear the shade and can you tell me what you see.
Shadow fills the light
until the glass house becomes the night
Dark is gleaming or am I dreaming
Running everywhere
Seeing clearly when I dare
Is it today or is it your way
And the moon must fall
Inspiration waits for your call for you to get a silhouette
Narrow the field aim in any direction