theres no angels left in this scene we both landed somewhere in between you cant teach cause youll never learn theres nothing left theres no return the more you talk the less it means and what i wants not what i need while were flesh and blood and i still bleed i know youre bad for me but maybe on the streets of glory ill see you on the streets of glory it may hurt to leave but is 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 all your made up stories the more you talk the less it means and what i wants not what i need while were flesh and blood and i still bleed i know youre bad for me but maybe on the streets of glory ill see you on the streets of glory baby one day ill see you on those streets oh those glittering streets streets of glory and youll take my hand and take me down to the river wash my sins away oh and youll come with me won t you take my hand meet me on the streets of glory ill see you on the streets of glory