Letra de How Glass is Made - Tori Amos

Bottle green, my
Favourite jar
I used to keep my questions in like
Why is she crying still?
And do you know how glass is made?
Do you know how glass is made?
Glass is made

We did not wear
Velvet gloves
When we chose to expose our hearts
In a year of earthquakes and those aftershocks
We learned how glass can break
Yes, we learned how glass can break
Glass can break

The things I said
I did not mean them
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There were d?mons in my head
Blowing out of proportion
The thing you said to me
Th?re is no such thing as subtle
Cruelty

Bottle green, my
Favourite jar
I used to keep my questions in like
Why is she crying still?
And do you know how glass is made?
Why is she crying still?
And do you know how glass is made?
Do you know how glass is made?

I learned too late