jon english
glass houses
Born, in forty-nine Part of a long-long line of roses and wine And we wore clouds of thread and we buried our dead The future was mine, or so they said  And late, in sixty-five Underneath sun and skies, hearin' words from wise, some dowers Teaching the past, through a rose coloured glass Said the Fenix will rise, from the ashes at last  And build glass houses with ivory towers On streets paved with gold, where we'll never grow old And old glass houses and ivory towers Are not what they seem, they're fragile as dreams  And oh, seventy-one They were handin' out boots and guns to some mother's son But seventy-eight, they said sorry, but we made a mistake Time for some fun, ooh ain't life grea-eat  In tall glass houses with ivory towers The beaches are gold and we'll never grow old And old glass houses, ivory towers There fragile as dreams, but never what they see-eem  You know, now-a-days, you go to town There's glass all arou-ound And they're still building towers And they're buried deep in the grou-ou-ou-ou-ound A travesty, starin' at me-ee  Old glass houses, ivory towers They flash like a sun, from every one We live in glass houses with ivory towers Protecting our gold and we're all growin' old  And we're all growin' old