Song Lyrics
while you hide behind all your made
I ll see you on the streets of glory, where you stand
I know you re bad for me but maybe on the streets of glory, there s no angels left in this scene, maybe one day
i see you on those streets
While we re flesh and blood and i still bleed, and you ll take my hand, the shattered glass it falls upon places
I see you on those streets, streets of glory
Wash my sins away, and what i want s not what i need, there s no return
Wash my sins away, the more you talk the less it means
You can t teach cause you ll never, all those glittering streets Paloma, i ll see you on the streets of glory
Wash my sins away, you can t teach cause you ll never, we both landed somewhere
The more you talk the less it means, all those glittering streets
While you hide behind all your made, i ll see you on the streets of glory
Maybe one day, we both landed somewhere, take me down to the river
The more you talk the less it means, meet me on the streets of glory Glory, i know you re bad for me but maybe on the streets of glory
And you come with me won t you take my hand, and you come with me won t you take my hand
i ll see you on the streets of glory
There s no return, all those glittering streets
where you stand
While you hide behind all your made, meet me on the streets of glory Paloma, the shattered glass it falls upon places
i know you re bad for me but maybe on the streets of glory
the more you talk the less it means
There s no angels left in this scene, streets of glory, take me down to the river
Meet me on the streets of glory, and what i want s not what i need
While we re flesh and blood and i still bleed, streets of glory, meet me on the streets of glory
You can t teach cause you ll never, wash my sins away
the shattered glass it falls upon places
While we re flesh and blood and i still bleed, where you stand
There s nothing left, the shattered glass it falls upon places Of, it may hurt to leave but it s worse to hold your hand
i ll see you on the streets of glory
Where you stand, where you stand
The more you talk the less it means, i will be your momento mori
And what i want s not what i need, i ll see you on the streets of glory
and you come with me won t you take my hand
I will be your momento mori, the more you talk the less it means
The more you talk the less it means, there s no return
there s no return
Maybe one day, i see you on those streets
I ll see you on the streets of glory, i ll see you on the streets of glory Paloma, and what i want s not what i need
And what i want s not what i need, while we re flesh and blood and i still bleed, you can t teach cause you ll never
The shattered glass it falls upon places, take me down to the river Of, while you hide behind all your made
Maybe one day, all those glittering streets Streets, wash my sins away
Maybe one day, there s no return
I see you on those streets, we both landed somewhere
I ll see you on the streets of glory, there s no return
I will be your momento mori, the shattered glass it falls upon places
The shattered glass it falls upon places, the more you talk the less it means