Trip down the hallway, i know she must be moving
Walk through easter eggs, exploding and always losing
Things get loose then turned around like a rainbow magnet
Take the bus but don't get in i feel the freight train is comming
And her house is made fo glass of glass
And her house is made fo glass of glass
She must feel lost inside like a moving misused golden puzzle
The puzzles missing pieces and all she wants is her canteen
Cartwheel down the side walk, but don't for get to use the speakers i gave you
I must of missed a turn somewhere cause i almost feel through the broken window
And her house is made fo glass of glass
And her house is made fo glass of glass