Bottle green, my
Favorite 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
There were demons in my head
Blowing out of proportion
The thing you said to me
There is no such thing as subtle
Cruelty
Bottle green, my
Favorite 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
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Bottle green, my
Favorite 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
There were demons in my head
Blowing out of proportion
The thing you said to me
There is no such thing as subtle
Cruelty
Bottle green, my
Favorite 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
Favorite 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
There were demons in my head
Blowing out of proportion
The thing you said to me
There is no such thing as subtle
Cruelty
Bottle green, my
Favorite 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
Writer: Tori Ellen Amos
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing