streets of glory

there's no angels left in this scene

we both landed somewhere in between

you can't teach 'cause you'll never learn

there's nothing left

there's no return

the more you talk the less it means

what i want's not what i need

while we're flesh and blood i still bleed

i know you're bad for me

but maybe on the streets of glory

i see you on the streets of glory

it may hurt to leave but it's worse to hold your hand

the shattered glass it falls upon places where you stand

i will be your memento mori

while you hide behind your made up story

the more you talk the less it means

what i want's not what i need

while we're flesh and blood and i still bleed

i know you're bad for me

but maybe on the streets of glory

i see you on the streets of glory

maybe one day

i see you on those streets

all those glittering streets

streets of glory

and you'll take my hand

take me down to the river

wash my sins away

and you come with me

won't you take my hand

meet me on the streets of glory

see you on the streets of glory