Fire me in an oven

until I go hard enough

to deal with losing you

I'm tired of thinking of you
each and every minute I see

something I know that you'd love

We're all made of glass, 

all made of glass

cheating ourselves to believe we'll be last

like a fool 

I thought it was true

I was holding your flowers 

and only you knew

(...)

How long, how long 

have we got

until we're everything we hope to be ?

Made of glass- KT Tunstall.

 Muy triste, pero preciosa canción, se nota que la letra le salió del alma por el fallecimiento del padre.