Tower of Glass

How does one continue from a love since forgotten. With each day and lie that comes to pass, I forget your touch. And I fear that I may soon forget you completely.

Lies, lies, lies
It's all you've ever wrote.
Sitting at the organ,
Striking each false note.

In your tower of glass,
You hide away.
Playing through the night,
And most of the day.

Your fingers are cold,
Your heart since stopped beating
And each day I visit,
Without so much as a greeting.

This web of libel
You roll with crooked dice.
But what happens, dear
When I break your mendacity vice.

Every day gone by,
A new truth unfolds.
You're losing strength,
On your forgeries told.

And so, the day is nigh.
And will soon come to pass.
When you fall from your organ.
In your tower of glass.