I was tripping down the hallways I knowing she must be moving
I will walk through Easter Sunday, exploding and always losing
Things get loose then turned around like a rainbow, golden rainbow magnet
Take the bus but don't get in, I feel the freight train is nearing here
And her house is made of glass, ohh oh ohh
And her house is made of glass, ohh oh ohh ohh ohh
I will walk through Easter Sunday, exploding and always losing
Things get loose then turned around like a rainbow, golden rainbow magnet
Take the bus but don't get in, I feel the freight train is nearing here
And her house is made of glass, ohh oh ohh
And her house is made of glass, ohh oh ohh ohh ohh