Streets Of Glory

There's no angels left in this sceneWe both landed somewhere in betweenYou can't teach 'cause you'll never learnThere's nothing leftThere's no returnThe more you talk the less it meansWhat I want's not what I needWhile we're flesh and blood I still bleedI know you're bad for meBut maybe on the streets of gloryI see you on the streets of gloryIt may hurt to leave but it's worse to hold your handThe shattered glass it falls upon places where you standI will be your memento moriWhile you hide behind your made up storyThe more you talk the less it meansWhat I want's not what I needWhile we're flesh and blood and I still bleedI know you're bad for meBut maybe on the streets of gloryI see you on the streets of gloryMaybe one dayI see you on those streetsAll those glittering streetsStreets of gloryAnd you'll take my handTake me down to the riverWash my sins awayAnd you come with meWon't you take my handMeet me on the streets of glorySee you on the streets of glory