World Of Glass The Zombies

I sit here at my window
I see life as i'd like it to be
But it don't see me
So i'll just go on sitting
You might call it quitting
Hoping that the bad times will all pass
But they won't
'cause my world's just made of glass

Remember in the children's story?
"tell me mirror. who's fairest of all?"
Well then you'll recall
That the queen when on believing
We call it deceiving
Thinking that her looks were just top class
But they weren't
'cause her world was made of glass

In a bus
In a plane

In a car
In a train
Or in our homes
It's really just the same