We're all born into other people's stuff
Maybe your politics suck
Face it everybody's messed up
We're all sick of the same old trick
But there's some magic in the world
Believe in something or it does't turn

Round, round, round

All we're doing is
Throwing stones from the glass homes
Throwing stones from the glass homes

We're all born just trying to take a breath
Maybe your lungs are still wet
So you cry until you finally get
A small piece of thе sky inside
You know what heaven is a lеaven
Well is low and dry and so we get

High, high, high

Watch the ceiling love
Throwing stones from the glass homes
Throwing stones from the glass homes