Grand Archives - Southern Glass Home lyrics

rate me

For those who raise hands have fallen

Fallen on swollen eyes

Didn't quite get what you were saying

Up until the conversation died

Run back to your southern glass home

Let's forget i was pretending

Let's pretend you knew it all along

Got a call from a good friend

Who was saying things were not that good at all

Run back to your southern glass home

You're falling on hard times

You're following open skies

With gasoline ghosts from only you

Run back to your southern glass home