There was a glass-man named Sir-Nothing-Nor-Anything And one day he pristined The perfect glass figurine She stood on two With ballet shoes And see-through hair Her shoulders bare ♪ Since then he's closed his blinds With her remaining inside The people call his name Keeps silent he all the same And in the dark The fire spark Refracts through legs Perfect shape Wherever we fall with all that's shattered around The broken glass will surely follow And when we hit the ground, all that keeps raining down Is all the glass we couldn't swallow ♪ With pitchforks and a torch The people broke down his door And when they flooded in They cried, "A man full of sin" So he climbed up To roofing top And kissed her hair They leapt to air Wherever we fall with all that's shattered around The broken glass will surely follow And when we hit the ground, all that keeps raining down Is all the glass we couldn't swallow Wherever we fall with all that's shattered around The broken glass will surely follow And when we hit the ground, all that keeps raining down Is all the glass we couldn't swallow