Tiny Glass Houses - 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