Born - in forty-nine

Part of a long-long line of roses and wine

And we wore clouds of thread and we buried our dead

The future was mine, or so they said



And late - in sixty-five

Underneath sun and skies, hearin' words from wise, some dowers

Teaching the past, through a rose coloured glass

Said the Fenix will rise, from the ashes at last



And build glass houses with ivory towers

On streets paved with gold, where we'll never grow old

And old glass houses and ivory towers

Are not what they seem, they're fragile as dreams



And oh - seventy-one

They were handin' out boots and guns to some mother's son

But seventy-eight, they said sorry, but we made a mistake

Time for some fun, ooh ain't life grea-eat



In tall glass houses with ivory towers

The beaches are gold and we'll never grow old

And old glass houses, ivory towers

There fragile as dreams, but never what they see-eem



You know, now-a-days, you go to town

There's glass all arou-ound

And they're still building towers

And they're buried deep in the grou-ou-ou-ou-ound

A travesty, starin' at me-ee



Old glass houses, ivory towers

They flash like a sun, from every one

We live in glass houses with ivory towers

Protecting our gold and we're all growin' old



And we're all growin' old...