Glass House - Post War Years
Written by：Simon Critten/Fred McLaren/Henry Riggs/James Rutledge/Edward O'Hare
And they try to cut every hand off
That was reaching out to just to help you
And caution was only ever wasted like the gifts we've given
And hard times were only ever forgotten in the place with a feeling
Kicking stones at walls that may shatter
But we're not bold enough to withstand them
I couldn't lie I wash my hands of love on your count
I couldn't lie I wash my hands of love
One chance in a glass house are we
In a glass house are we
In a glass house are we
In a glass house
One chance in a glass house are we
In a glass house are we
In a glass house are we
In a glass house
Cloak from the smoke it makes you and fades you
Cause you find sanctuary under a cover
And caution was only ever wasted like the kiss you've given
And hard times were only ever forgotten and replaced with a feeling
Such a wild and tight combination
One is cancelled out by the other
I couldn't lie I wash my hands of love on your count
I couldn't lie I wash my hands of love
One chance in a glass house are we
In a glass house are we
In a glass house are we
In a glass house
One chance in a glass house are we
In a glass house are we
In a glass house are we
In a glass house
One chance in a glass house are we
In a glass house are we
In a glass house are we
In a glass house
One chance in a glass house are we
In a glass house are we
In a glass house are we
In a glass house
