Glasshouse Children - Sam Williams

Glasshouse children, throwin' stones

We’re not willin' to leave the pain alone

All this shattered glass layin' in the past

Reflecting off the fallen ceilin'

Just mirrors how I’m feelin'

Glasshouse children

The black gate at the bottom of a long driveway

It’s just as hard to get inside as it is to get away

A house atop the hill

Bright white paint

Looks pretty as a picture but Lord knows it ain’t

'Cause it’s hidden bottles and wasted dollars

And broken-hearted sons and daughters

Do you think we’re paying for the sins of our fathers still?

Glasshouse children, throwin' stones

We’re not willin' to leave the pain alone

All this shattered glass layin' in the past

Reflecting off the fallen ceilin'

Just mirrors how I’m feelin'

Glasshouse children