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Rosalie Cunningham
Rosalie Cunningham
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rosalie Cunningham
Rosalie Cunningham
Songwriter

Testi

Drift up Jacob's creek without a paddle or a clue
Virtue wasn't true, start the cursed few
Hostess with the mostest waves you over with a wink
Will you swim or sink?
Now you're welcome in the house
Of the glass red where we repeat
All our past regrets in a dream
From which we never wake
Gather cells of gladdy horses gallop round the bar
Ghosts of parties past spewing works of art
Over chairs and tables and the vomit in the sink
What would mother think?
All this living in the house
Of the glass red where we repeat
All our past regrets in a dream
From which we never wake
Don't we know, don't we know
House of the glass red's the end?
Glasses having sword fights clink and clatter in the ears
Often turns to tears, seconds turn to years
Captain says you've made your bed, now lie forever more
There's no plank to walk
Live forever in the house
Of the glass red where we repeat
All our past regrets in a dream
From which we never wake
Don't we know, don't we know
House of the glass red's the end?
Don't we know
House of the glass red's the end?
Written by: Rosalie Cunningham
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