الأغاني:
Billy Joel Glass Houses

Here I am again In this smoky place With my brandy eyes I'm talking to myself You were the one You were the one Here I go again Looking for your face

Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide The buns drop dead and dogs go mad In packs on the West Side Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another

The cold hands The sad eyes The dark Irish silence It's so late But I'll wait Through the long night with you With you The warm tears The bad dreams

I've been watching you waltz all night Diane Nobody's found a way behind your defenses They never notice the zap gun in your hand Until you're pointing

She said she'd meet me in the bar At the Plaza Hotel "Wear a jacket and a tie" "What's the occasion?" She just smiled and she wouldn't say why So here

: Friday night I crashed your party Saturday I said I'm sorry Sunday came and trashed me out again I was only having fun Wasn't hurting anyone And we

: She stood on the tracks Waving her arms Leading me to that third rail shock Quick as a wink She changed her mind She gave me a night That's all it

: Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide The buns drop dead and dogs go mad In packs on the West Side Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another

: The cold hands The sad eyes The dark Irish silence It's so late But I'll wait Through the long night with you With you The warm tears The bad dreams