Tiny Glass Houses

There's a crack in my memory
As if something has gone
And split the foundation
Of showdow, of song

And raddled the windows
And the tiny regrets
And the tiny glasses houses
That I tried to forget

Drink til your sleeping
I love you that way
Like we are all babies;
All our beds are unmade
No memory has molded
Enough to forget
And our tiny glass houses
Are not built for us yet

Takes all of the courage
And none of the pride
To stand in the threshold-

To sit down inside
Where we are not babies;
No we are not new
And our tiny glass houses
With the beautiful view

Theres a crack in my memory
Where a funeral parade
Rolls through the doorway
That my memory made
And funeral marches
To its funeral sounds
And the tiny glass houses
Are all tumbling down

And tiny glass houses
Are all tumbling down
And tiny glass houses
Are all tumbling down