We all live in glass boxes and bowls Tempting each other with our lonely soulsWhat once was a bubble that we owned Shattered when we stoned, and stoned, and stoned, and stonedWe all live in glass boxes and bowls Beneath our bridges live these angry little trollsLinger so that they may destroy Our sorrow is their joy, their toyTo marvel and imploreWell, I've looked upon their towers Where they all sleep at nightThey gather all their shadows By stealing all the light, the light, the light, the lightAnd the stars have their own way But they're all bad peopleWell, I've looked upon their towers Where they all sleep at nightThey gather all their shadows By stealing all the light, the light, the light, the light, the lightNow we all live in such plain viewAnd are at the mercy of GodSee of the merciless whoSharpen their daggers when we're downMake martyrs with their crownsTheir crowns, their crowns, their crownsWe all live in glass boxes and bowlsDispose of heroes and make men into molesTown square we all gather togetherStar and a featherFor it's not true that we treasureOh, oh, oh