WORDS

AND

GLASS ANGELS 

Dried flowers hanging on the wall. 

Loud voices coming down the hall. 

Gold-plated photos of husbands and their wives. 

Staring at memories from someone else’s life. 

 

Glass angels. Glass angels. Glass angels in the house of the moon. 

 

Plaster cherubs and a bust of Mary. 

Looking at me sideways, looking very scary. 

Now we have curtains drawn and the silence and bugs. 

And over in the corner’s a wine stain on the rug. 

 

Glass angels. Glass angels. Glass angels in the house of the moon. 

 

She bows her head in reverent prayer. 

My Madonna. 

On her knees right over there. 

 

No locks in this perfect world. 

No sins of a boy and girl. 

With every breath that you take I’m closer to Heaven. 

My life’s exploding with my mind sixes and sevens. 

 

Glass angels. Glass angels. Glass angels in the house of the moon. 

Glass angels in the house of the moon.

 

Terminal Saints:

JVA - Guitar, Keys, Vocals

 

Floorboards:

Phil Baker - Stand-Up Bass

Aaron Meyer - Violin

JVA - Electric guitar, Keyboards, Vocals, Percussion