Glass Palace Lyrics - Walkabouts

A crooked road on a country mile 

The widow walks from a letter found 

(And) ties her hands in knots and chokes her disbelief 

(That) what's done is done and it's dine for good 

Afterwards 

Aftershocks in afterhours 

The truth it blurs 

O glass palace 

O glass palace 

Cleaned his guns for those who dug his grave 

The bullets flew, his luck it finally came 

That crooked road was long and he would never see it 

Crawled in a ditch and then he almost prayed 

Afterwards 

Aftershocks in afterhours 

The truth it blurs 

O glass palace 

O glass palace 

Heard it all 

I heard it shatter 

Afterwards 

Aftershocks in afterhours 

The truth it blurs 

O glass palace 

O glass palace 

Heard it all 

I heard it shatter 

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