Glory Songtext
von The Glorious Sons

What happens next?
Tell me a story
Put on an accent
Give it some glory, in the
British rain
That makes you feel insane
Makes you feel human to inflict your own pain
Hey, what′s your deal?
Come on, who cares?
The elevator's waiting
Why would we take the stairs?
Take it right onto the top
And let your soul fly
It′s such a pretty view
Just don't ask yourself why

Are we just a few spirits starting to lose our form?
We won't be reborn
I′m not ready to ride in the sunset all on my own
We won′t be reborn


We're not on TV
Tick tick tock
Open your window
Undo the lock
Who needs a cry?
I know I do
Will you help me realize my pain is true?
Forgive yourself
While you still can
Wake up tomorrow and forgive yourself again

Are we just a few spirits starting to lose our form?
We won′t be reborn
I'm not ready to ride in the sunset all on my own
We won′t be reborn

This could all be gone
This could all be gone
This could all be gone

What happens next?
Tell me a story
Put on an accent
Give it some glory