Glass Hillside lyrics

Gathered together until relief arrives Eyes on the lost sons trained in the tricks of the world Fathers and keepers packed in that crowded room Upcountry drifters in permanent repose Eyes on the lost sons trained in the tricks of the world Strung out and restless until the feast arrives The only ride in town Object of all desire Our fears that make us cruel Object of all desire The only ride in town Object of all desire This frontier life The sound of nothing Wasting time There is no hiding All is forbidden, all is forgotten The only ride in town Object of all desire Our fears that make us cruel Object of all desire The only ride in town Object of all desire All desire Gather your lot gleaned from the ground All desire Pitiful mass crossing the ocean All desire One drop to cut your time in half All desire One drop to cut your time in half All desire