Glory (Radio Edit)

It's what you think, it's what it's like
So many pieces remain tonight
You've had it all and now you can't
Get up

It's just the way the story goes
Glass is cut
And none of those
Who've licked your boots
Will help you now
Get up, get up

She's run over the fields of glory, sha-la-la
Cold rain is slapping across her face, sha-la-la
She's run over the fields of glory, sha-la-la
She's run away from the fields of love
The fields of love

She's run over the fields of glory, sha-la-la
Cold rain is slapping across her face
Across her face
Oh-oh, shivering
Oh-oh, shivering
Across your face, cold rain



Credits
Writer(s): Volker Hinkel, Peter Freudenthaler
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