There's no angels in the sea We both lend its own 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 What I wants is what I need While with flesh and blood I still bleed I know you're bad for me
But baby on the streets of glory I see you on the streets of glory
It may hurt of grief but it's worse to hold your hand The shattered glass it falls upon 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 What I want is what I need While with flesh and blood and I still bleed I know you're bad for me
But baby 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 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