Glass Palace Lyrics - The Walkabouts

Glass Palace
A crooked road on a country mileThe widow walks from a letter found(And) ties her hands in knots and chokes her disbelief(That) what's done is done and it's dine for goodAfterwardsAftershocks in afterhoursThe truth it blursO glass palaceO glass palaceCleaned his guns for those who dug his graveThe bullets flew, his luck it finally cameThat crooked road was long and he would never see itCrawled in a ditch and then he almost prayedAfterwardsAftershocks in afterhoursThe truth it blursO glass palaceO glass palaceHeard it allI heard it shatterAfterwardsAftershocks in afterhoursThe truth it blursO glass palaceO glass palaceHeard it allI heard it shatter