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