Streets Of Glory

Paloma Faith - Streets of Glory
Theres no angels left in this sea
We both landed son, were in between
You cant teach cause you never learn
Theres nothing left, theres no return
The more you talk the less it means
And what I wants not what I need

While were flesh and blood and I still bleed
I know youre bad for me
But maybe on the streets of glory

I see you on the streets of glory

It may hurt to leave but its worse to hold your hand
The shattered glass it falls upon places where you stand
I will be your momento mori

While you hide behind your made up story
The more you talk the less it means
And what I wants not what I need
While were flesh and blood and I still bleed
I know youre 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 take my hand
And take me down to the river
Wash my sins away

And you come with me
Wont you take my hand
Meet me on the streets of glory

See you on the streets of glory