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 gla*ses 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 gla*s 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 gla*s houses With the beautiful view. There's a crack in my memory Where a funeral parade, Rolls through the doorway That my memory made. And funeral marches To it's funeral sounds. And the tiny gla*s houses Are all tumbling down. And tiny gla*s houses, Are all tumbling down. And tiny gla*s houses, Are all tumbling down