Paloma Faith - Streets Of Glory

There's no angels left in this scene
We both landed somewhere in between
You can't teach 'cause you'll never learn
There's nothing left
There's no return

The more you talk the less it means
What I want's not what I need
While we're flesh and blood 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 memento mori
While you hide behind your made up story
The more you talk the less it means
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'll 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