Glory

Its what you think, its what its like, so many pieces remain tonight, youve had it all and now you cant get up.
Its just the way the story goes, the glass is cut and none of those whove licked your boots will help you now.
Get up. Shes run over the fields of glory, sha lah lah, cold rain is slapping across her face, sha lah lah.
Shes run over the fields of glory, sha lah lah.
Shes run away from the fields of love, the fields of love.
Shes run over the fields of glory, sha lah lah cold rain is slapping across her face, across her face, across your face.