时间：2009-09-01
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Tiny Glass Houses - Amelia Curran
Written by：Amelia Curran/Andrew Dale/DON ELLIS
There's a crack in my memory
As if something has gone
And split the foundation
Of shadow of song
And raddled the windows
And the tiny regrets
And the tiny glasses houses
That I tried to forget
Drink till 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
There's 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
