This Glass House
Christian Death Lyrics


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In this glass house
He whispers love
How many times can I sit through
The end of the world
He lays his head dumb on my mouth
He left my body breaking backs
His heat betrays me
But I need feelings and cures

In this glass house
In this glass house
In this glass house
In this glass house

Once in a life time
Once over there
He stood in doorways
He stood on the edge
His point of view was fever
On a thread of light
My point of view was shaken
He took my mind

In this glass house
In this glass house
In this glass house
In this glass house

Please, don't disturb me
Wrapping me in clean white sheets
Cause I've got his filthy hands to cover me
Leave our room
Like, desires, untouched
We're sons of savages
We're sons of dust

In this glass house
In this glass house




In this glass house
In this glass house

Overall Meaning

The song "This Glass House," by Christian Death, is a haunting exploration of love and lust, betrayal and desire. The lyrics suggest a sense of entrapment or confinement, as though the singer is stuck in a glass house, surrounded by their own desires and the temporary comfort of sexual intimacy with another person.


The opening verse indicates that the singer is caught up in a destructive, addictive relationship. The whispered love and insatiable desire are like a drug that the singer cannot resist, despite the damage it causes. The metaphor of a glass house is apt, as it suggests a sense of fragility, of being exposed to the elements and vulnerable to harm at any moment. The line "He left my body breaking backs" is particularly evocative, as it suggests the physical toll that this kind of relationship can take on a person.


The second verse seems to describe a memory or flashback, perhaps of the beginning of the relationship, when things were still exciting and new. The feverish point of view and the thread of light suggest a sense of recklessness and danger, a sense of living life on the edge. However, it's clear that this excitement came at a cost, and the singer's own point of view was shaken or destabilized by the intensity of the other person's desires.


The final verse is a plea for privacy and solitude, a desire to be left alone with the memory of this entangling, dangerous relationship. The singer acknowledges that their desires are "filthy" and that they are "sons of savages" and "sons of dust." This sense of mortality and impermanence adds to the overall sense of melancholy and desperation that permeates the song.


Line by Line Meaning

In this glass house
The singer is in a fragile and transparent place, symbolizing their vulnerability and lack of privacy.


He whispers love
An individual is whispering about love, possibly trying to manipulate or deceive the singer.


How many times can I sit through The end of the world
The singer has experienced great hardships and wonders if they have the strength to go through it again.


He lays his head dumb on my mouth
The individual is insensible and presses themselves onto the artist, potentially causing suffocation or discomfort.


He left my body breaking backs
The individual had a significant impact on the artist which caused pain and injury.


His heat betrays me But I need feelings and cures
With their intense passion, the individual has betrayed the singer in some way, but the singer seeks comfort and healing.


Once in a life time Once over there
There was a fleeting moment or opportunity that occurred far away from the singer.


He stood in doorways He stood on the edge His point of view was fever On a thread of light My point of view was shaken He took my mind
The individual was in a place of decision or transition, while the artist's perspective was greatly affected and influenced by them.


Please, don't disturb me Wrapping me in clean white sheets Cause I've got his filthy hands to cover me
The artist pleads for privacy and is attempting to hide from others, even though they are being corrupted by the touch of the individual.


Leave our room Like, desires, untouched We're sons of savages We're sons of dust
The artist and the individual are both flawed and imperfect, and desire to be left alone in their impure state.




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Staci


on The Blue Hour

Thank you, brought a lot of insight about this beautiful track.

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