Glass Eden

The marble pillars started to bend

We drew our maps right to the end

We built the walls of glass and gold

Before the first cold wind

took hold

(oh-oh) And when the ceiling cracked above

We called it art,

we called it love

Now there is glitter on the floor

Where the temple stood before

Sweet illusion, heavy stone

We are kings on a broken throne (ah-ha)

We sweep the dust of what we planned

And watch it sift through open hands

A perfect garden made of clay

That washed out in the rain

today

We wanted forever in a glass display

But the wind blew the walls away

Glitter on the floor...

Kings on a broken throne (mmm-hmm)