There's no angels left in this sea We both landed son, we're in between You can't teach cause you never learn There's nothing left, there's no return
The more you talk the less it means And 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
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 momento mori While you hide behind your made up story
The more you talk the less it means And 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 take my hand And 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 gloryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
