Plain View کے بول

We all live in glass boxes in bows Tempting each other with our lonely souls What once was a bubble that we hold Shattered when we stoned and stoned And stoned and stoned it We all live in glass boxes in bows 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 They all sleep at night They gather all their shadows By stealing all the light The light, the light, the light Now we all live in such plain view At the mercy of the merciless who Sharpen their daggers when we're down They've bought us with their crowns Their crowns, their crowns, their crowns We all live in glass boxes in bows Dispose of heroes And make men into moles Times Square, we all gather together A star and a feather For he's thought to back the treasure