Glory - Radio Edit
I hear your heart still beating
Makes music while you're sleeping
In the garden under a stone cold moon
Without you we are thinking of this world we live in
And how it's songs to you were out of tune
Not Successful enough
Or successful too much
What was your truth?
The day tells no lies
But the night has its spies
That never believed you
Haunting me, haunting me
Take these strings
And play them till the music stings
'Cause everything hurts with agitated wings
Let them sing
And see the joy that you still bring
Though everything hurts with agitated wings
You were made for glory
But didn't write your story
You were broken
It was in your eyes
Dear boy you tried to tell 'em
You couldn't do it again
It held you hostage in the strobing lights
Haunting me, haunting me
Take these strings
And play them till the music stings
'Cause everything hurts with agitated wings
Let them sing
And the joy that you still bring
Though everything hurts with agitated wings
Take these strings
And play them till the music stings
'Cause everything hurts
Let them sing
And play them till the music stings
Though everything hurts
Makes music while you're sleeping
In the garden under a stone cold moon
Without you we are thinking of this world we live in
And how it's songs to you were out of tune
Not Successful enough
Or successful too much
What was your truth?
The day tells no lies
But the night has its spies
That never believed you
Haunting me, haunting me
Take these strings
And play them till the music stings
'Cause everything hurts with agitated wings
Let them sing
And see the joy that you still bring
Though everything hurts with agitated wings
You were made for glory
But didn't write your story
You were broken
It was in your eyes
Dear boy you tried to tell 'em
You couldn't do it again
It held you hostage in the strobing lights
Haunting me, haunting me
Take these strings
And play them till the music stings
'Cause everything hurts with agitated wings
Let them sing
And the joy that you still bring
Though everything hurts with agitated wings
Take these strings
And play them till the music stings
'Cause everything hurts
Let them sing
And play them till the music stings
Though everything hurts
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Wagnberg, Andre By Nazemi, Penny Black
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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