制作
作曲和作词
Benjamin Fraser David Wickins
词曲作者
制作和工程
Benjamin David
制作人
Sefi Carmel
混音工程师
歌词
The strip if full of hippies wearing ball gowns
And sharp frowns
And poster-board signs saying
Ain't it true we're sleeping through
Our forty days
And forty nights
I think it's time we hit the lights
This Arcadia
Wasn't made to last
No no no no this
Eden's glade is
All but fading fast
And everything is made of glass
Don't throw stones cause we're living
Don't throw stones cause we're living
In a dream that won't last
It won't last
Everything is made of glass
Don't throw stones cause we're living
Don't throw stones cause we're living
In a dream that won't last
It won't last
Everything is made of glass
The profit-hungry jackals in their Tom Fords
And glass forts
Are stacking all the silver while
Thunder trembles in the gas pipes
Say your last rites cause
I think it's time we hit the lights
This Arcadia
Wasn't made to last
No no no no this
Eden's glade is
All but fading fast
And everything is made of glass
Don't throw stones cause we're living
Don't throw stones cause we're living
In a dream that won't last
It won't last
Everything is made of glass
Don't throw stones cause we're living
Don't throw stones cause we're living
In a dream that won't last
It won't last
Everything is made of glass
Made of glass
Made of glass
Made of glass
Made of glass
Everything is everything is
Don't throw stones cause we're living
Don't throw stones cause we're living
In a dream that won't last
It won't last
Everything is made of glass
Written by: Benjamin Fraser David Wickins
