Glass Creatures album

In Ugliness (McDonnell)

It begins
Slowly
Stirs of darkness
Beneath unrippled surface
Little disappointments
Small betrayals
Caught in the cycle of descending

Alive
Unchecked
At the bottom of that lonely well

In ugliness
Your heart has found it’s home
In ugliness

It grows
Nourished
In the gravity of self
Your precious ulcer
Of bitterness
And you are undaunted
Steadfast in your hurt
Turn away, turn away

You remain
Still
Queen of your own misery

In ugliness
Your heart has found it’s home
In ugliness
Your new home
Your last home
In ugliness

Tim Palmer - Guitar
Phil McDonnell - Vocals, Instruments