Plain View - Amos Lee

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