Walkabouts - Glass Palace lyrics

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A crooked road on a country mile

The widow walks from a letter found

A crooked road on a country mile

(and) ties her hands in knots and chokes her disbelief

The widow walks from a letter found

(that) what's done is done and it's dine for good

(and) ties her hands in knots and chokes her disbelief

(that) what's done is done and it's dine for good

Afterwards

Aftershocks in afterhours

Afterwards

The truth it blurs

Aftershocks in afterhours

O glass palace

The truth it blurs

O glass palace

O glass palace

O glass palace

Cleaned his guns for those who dug his grave

The bullets flewhis luck it finally came

Cleaned his guns for those who dug his grave

That crooked road was long and he would never see it

The bullets flewhis luck it finally came

Crawled in a ditch and then he almost prayed

That crooked road was long and he would never see it

Crawled in a ditch and then he almost prayed

Afterwards

Aftershocks in afterhours

Afterwards

The truth it blurs

Aftershocks in afterhours

O glass palace

The truth it blurs

O glass palace

O glass palace

Heard it all

O glass palace

I heard it shatter

Heard it all

I heard it shatter

Afterwards

Aftershocks in afterhours

Afterwards

The truth it blurs

Aftershocks in afterhours

O glass palace

The truth it blurs

O glass palace

O glass palace

Heard it all

O glass palace

I heard it shatter

Heard it all

I heard it shatter