House Of Glass

I was tripping down the hallways
I mean she must be moving
I walk through easter Sunday
Exploding and always losing
Things get loose then turned around like a rainbow golden magnet
Take the bus but don't get in
I feel the freight train is nearly here
And her house is made of glass woo whoooo ooo
And her house is made of glass woo whoooo ooo
She must feel lost inside like a moving misused golden puzzle
And the puzzles missing pieces
All she wants is her canteen
Cartwheel down the sidewalk
Don't forget to use the speakers I gave you
I must have missed a turn somewhere
I'm almost there through the broken window
And her house is made of glass woo whoooo ooo
And her house is made of glass woo whoooo ooo