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