Glass House

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