Tiny Glass Houses Lyrics - Hunter, Hunter - Amelia Curran

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.