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 glory