Tiny Glass Houses - Amelia Curran



     
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Tiny Glass Houses Lyrics


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.

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Amelia Curran is a Canadian singer-songwriter. She was born in St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador and currently lives in Halifax, Nova Scotia. The National Post describes her music as “a bit like Leonard Cohen being channeled in a dusty saloon by Patsy Cline.” Curran started playing guitar and writing songs as a teenager and eventually dropped out of university in order to busk on the streets of St. John’s. That led to her first album release in 2000, and since then she has released four more.

Read more about Amelia Curran on Last.fm.


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