The Glass
Words and Music Copyright Robert Edgar 2002, 2003
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Pressing your self against the glass
Ab
Can't get a handhold, just the flat pane
Em
Cool glass draws warmth from your palms
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Black glass foreboding as a jewel,
Eb7(b9)
Yet here you are,
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Pressing your self against the glass.
F#m
Well the glass is now, it's the present
Ab
Can't see through to predelection, just the past reflection.
Em
Babe, you got no motion, just the pressure of emotion.
A#7 Eb
Yes here you are,
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Pressing your self against the glass.
A#min7
Let me describe a theater.
Jean was a runner
Jean got up speed
Jean met the glass as a ray of light
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Jean in the present as a verb.
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Think your self back to your birth,
Ab
Step to your first print in the sand,
Em
Jump to your paintings on your wall,
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Fly in the sound of your voice in the dark,
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From where you were
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When you first saw Cocteau's mirror.