When you believe in things that you don't understand Then you suffer Very superstitious, writing on the wall Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past

If you live in a glasshouse Don't throw stones And if you can't take blows brother Don't throw blows Harm no man Let no man harm you Do unto others As they would do to you

You keep me believing When I get the feeling That my prayers have hit the ceiling And those darker days When my faith has lost all meaning I don't remember how I got here When my rose coloured glasses disappeared Sometimes my fingers, they can lose touch

Justa creepin' Run from the past, Hide from the mirror, And live in a glass, What dreams forget the whiskey remembers, Kinda like molasses in a late December. Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin' Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door,

They’ll tell the story of tonight Let’s have another round tonight Raise a glass to freedom I may not live to see our glory But I will gladly join the fight And when our children tell our story Something they can never take away No matter what they tell

Just not for long, for long, Immor- immortals, And live with me forever now, We could be immor- immortals, Immor- immortals I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass (glass, glass) I try to picture me without you but I can't 'Cause we could be

One, two, three, one two, three, drink Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier On for tonight, on for tonight I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist Like

You live without shame You’re digging up a gold mine Standing on the sidelines You are caught up in your gravity Watching through the looking glass Singing your own praise I would not expect you felt alone in standing north Better to rise above the

On the day the wall came down They threw the locks onto the ground And with glasses as high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived The Ship of Fools had finally run aground Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight I dreamed you had left my

When everything isn't yellow (yellow, yellow) When everything isn't yellow Will we still smile through broken glass And live in falsetto Are we too deep for a second chance They say time is a healer Well, how do you expect to heal this clock And every