[Intro - strings tightening, structure snapping back] She called on a Sunday I almost didn't answer Almost [Verse 1 - the pull back, dialogue] "You missed brunch, Benedict" "I know, I'm sorry" "Your aunt asked about you" "I'll call her" "You sound different" "I'm fine" Fine The word I built a life in Four letters No windows [Chorus - tight, suffocating] Glass house I can see outside now Glass house That's what makes it worse Every wall transparent Every crack is showing And she's watching Glass house I could break it But the glass is made Of someone who loves me And breaking out Means breaking her [Verse 2 - Sunday dinner, Claire up close] Sunday dinner His portrait on the wall She set a plate for me Same spot since I was six "I signed you up for the autumn recital The Mendelssohn Your father's favorite" Not a question Never a question And I said "That sounds lovely" And I meant it The way a prisoner means it When they say The cell is comfortable [Bridge - the love that traps] She's not cruel That's the thing She's not locking doors She's setting tables She's not yelling She's folding napkins She lost him And she built me Into something That would never leave And I understand Why the cage is shaped like love (cracking) But understanding the architecture Doesn't make the walls disappear [Chorus - aching, almost giving up] Glass house I didn't go to Éclat that week Or the week after Glass house Played the Mendelssohn Every note right Every note dead Glass house I almost let the gilt Cover everything again Almost But I drove to the Goji District On a Sunday night Sat outside Éclat for an hour Didn't go in But I didn't go home either [Outro - single note, trembling] A cage with a view That's the cruelest thing Anyone ever gave me
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