Glass
Dave Rylan
Intro
They see one chair...
One light...
One glass...
They call it lonely.
I call it peace.
Verse 1
Friday night, porch light on
Just the stars and me
Bottle on the top shelf
Time that's finally free
World's out there running
Trying to outrun the past
I'm just sitting here
Listening to the ice hit the glass
They say silence is a prison
Empty room's a hard place
But I found more truth in quiet
Than I ever found in a crowded space
Pre-Chorus
They hear the silence...
I hear my soul.
They see what's missing...
I finally feel whole.
Chorus
Hear the ice hit the glass...
That's the sound of slowing down.
When the world's too loud,
That's the only voice I've found.
Raise a glass — not to forgetting,
Every mountain that I've passed.
Sometimes peace has its own heartbeat...
Sometimes...
It's the ice hitting the glass.
Verse 2
Wore smiles that didn't fit
Shook hands I can't recall
Stood in a thousand crowds
Still felt the loneliest of all
These walls don't close in
They give my heart some room
Every echo tells a story
Every quiet makes more room
Don't need no stranger
Telling me who to be
The man I was looking for
Was always looking back at me
Pre-Chorus
They call it lonely...
They don't understand.
Sometimes the strongest place you'll stand...
Is where you stand alone.
Chorus
Hear the ice hit the glass...
Like a rhythm in the night.
Every crack in that crystal
Sounds a little like my life.
Raise a glass — not to escape,
But to the man who chose to last.
Sometimes strength is almost silent...
Sometimes...
It's the ice hitting the glass.
Bridge
From the first breath you take
Till the day you take your last,
There's one voice always with you,
One shadow that always lasts.
Make peace with your reflection.
Learn the story in your eyes.
The longest road you'll ever walk
Is the one that lives inside.
Final Chorus
Hear the ice hit the glass...
Now it sounds like coming home.
Not another night of hiding...
Just a man who's finally known.
Peace was never out there waiting,
Never bought with cash.
It was hiding in the silence...
In the space...
Between the ice...
And the glass.
Outro
One chair...
One light...
One glass...
Some people hear loneliness...
I hear freedom.