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

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 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

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

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

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

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 of those nights I wanna hold on tight to a little of this The kinda night you don’t want to miss Time of our lives, Where do we go? We don’t know One of those nights we felt invincible And every glass was full, One of those nights, dancing in the

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

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,