This is an S.O.S. Don't wanna second guess Now my heart's in two And I can't find the other half It's like I'm walking on broken glass Better believe I bled It's a call I'll never get This is the bottom line It's true, I gave my all for you

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

You live in the city You move to the country You live in the hills You stay by yourself You evade all wickedness Still some people they brand you yeah Just because you are rasta You evade all company When you check them in the new spying glass

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

Somebody make me feel alive And shatter me! Somebody shine a light I'm frozen by the fear in me And shatter me So cut me from the line Dizzy, spinning endlessly Shatter me! If I break the glass, then I'll have to fly

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

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

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

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,