We call our house The Little Glitter Box
A stone throw away from the sea
There's music in The Little Glitter Box

Shimmering under the Forgiveness Tree

We call our house The Little Glitter Box

A stone throw away from the sea
There's music in The Little Glitter Box
Shimmering under the Forgiveness Tree


Grandpa drove down Friday nights
And brought his drumming sticks

We played the music straight till dawn
'Till we ran outta guitar picks
That Summer we were good as gold

Under the angels wings
Now Grandpa's flown to heavens home
But he left us one big beautiful thing


A voice that sparkles through this house
The laughter in the hallway that's so far out



We call our house The Little Glitter Box

A stone throw away from the sea
There's music in The Little Glitter Box
Shimmering under the Forgiveness Tree


We call our house The Little Glitter Box
A stone throw away from the sea

There's music in The Little Glitter Box
Shimmering under the Forgiveness Tree


We dressed in black and boots and hats
And prayed for our wounds to heal
We circled round the love we found

Spun like nuns on a ferris wheel
There must be some Conspiracy
in Love's Divine Events

Who'd have ever thought we'd find our peace
In confusion finally making perfect sense


Now we're breathing in the afterglow
And Grandpa's up there straightening our future home


We call our house The Little Glitter Box
A stone throw away from the sea
There's music in The Little Glitter Box

Shimmering under the Forgiveness Tree

We call our house The Little Glitter Box

A stone throw away from the sea
There's music in The Little Glitter Box
Shimmering under the Forgiveness Tree