We all live in glass boxes and bowls Tempting each other with our lonely souls
What once was a bubble that we owned Shattered when we stoned, and stoned, and stoned, and stoned
We all live in glass boxes and bowls Beneath our bridges live these angry little trolls
Linger so that they may destroy Our sorrow is their joy, their toy
To marvel and implore
Well, I've looked upon their towers Where they all sleep at night
They gather all their shadows By stealing all the light, the light, the light, the light
And the stars have their own way But they're all bad people

Well, I've looked upon their towers Where they all sleep at night
They gather all their shadows By stealing all the light, the light, the light, the light, the light
Now we all live in such plain view
And are at the mercy of God
See of the merciless who
Sharpen their daggers when we're down
Make martyrs with their crowns
Their crowns, their crowns, their crowns
We all live in glass boxes and bowls
Dispose of heroes and make men into moles
Town square we all gather together
Star and a feather
For it's not true that we treasure
Oh, oh, oh