Glass Window

Traffic maps and buried lights behind me At the house, at the grave you dug for me Glass window pouring down into a soul You were there, don't you remember? I can't keep holding my fate It's why I'm giving it back to the state And what was shame made for It's why you showed me out my own front door Dirty roads I owe nothing to ya Dirty roads are better than this true love Marry up, feel the earth's cold ditches Lay down, feel the earth's cold riches