A crooked road on a country mile

The widow walks from a letter found
A crooked road on a country mile
(and) ties her hands in knots and chokes her disbelief
The widow walks from a letter found
(that) whats done is done and its dine for good
(and) ties her hands in knots and chokes her disbelief

(that) whats done is done and its dine for good
Afterwards

Aftershocks in afterhours
Afterwards
The truth it blurs
Aftershocks in afterhours
O glass palace
The truth it blurs
O glass palace
O glass palace

O glass palace
Cleaned his guns for those who dug his grave

The bullets flew, his luck it finally came
Cleaned his guns for those who dug his grave
That crooked road was long and he would never see it
The bullets flew, his luck it finally came
Crawled in a ditch and then he almost prayed
That crooked road was long and he would never see it

Crawled in a ditch and then he almost prayed
Afterwards

Aftershocks in afterhours
Afterwards
The truth it blurs
Aftershocks in afterhours
O glass palace
The truth it blurs
O glass palace
O glass palace
Heard it all
O glass palace
I heard it shatter
Heard it all

I heard it shatter
Afterwards

Aftershocks in afterhours
Afterwards
The truth it blurs
Aftershocks in afterhours
O glass palace
The truth it blurs
O glass palace
O glass palace
Heard it all
O glass palace
I heard it shatter
Heard it all
I heard it shatter