My Friend's Gallery Letra

The walls are filled in here with glass My eyes are stolen with a glance And the cheap persuasion that has emptied it's perfume and left us weary has been overlooked as art I'm handed cups of tepid gleam From smiles colourless and careful My face is frozen as the winner takes his prize and all eyes turn to stare The lonelier the better and all my friends are there The click clicking of the floss A dabble here and there why I'm here and why they're there I don't know why the shaker's breaking up the peace But I heard him stare I heard him stare The lonelier the better and all my friends are there... Are they all there?