Bulletproof Glass

I grew up in a sheltered home
 Residing in a fragile dome
 Made of bulletproof glass and last-second glances back
 We knew we were not alone
 At heart he was a conqueror
 Napoleon the punk rocker
 For to live ingloriously is to die each day
 A dark and profound thing to say
 Can anybody hear me now?
 I'm like a tree growing on infertile ground
 I stand tall but I can't make a sound
 Look up to the ceiling's stars
 We'll try and find out what is ours
 To try and put a name on everything we see is almost blasphemy
 Can't you just let it be
 Mumbles of self-conscious doubt
 They turned to marbles rolling in my mouth
 And now whenever I try to speak, you never hear me out
 Isn't that what love's about?
 Can anybody hear me now?
 I'm like a tree growing on infertile ground
 I stand tall but I can't make a sound
 Can anybody hear me now