Glory
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'tget up.
It's just the way the story goes,the glass is cut and none of thosewho've licked your bootswill help you now.Get up.
She's run over the fields of glory,sha lah lah,cold rain is slappingacross her face,sha lah lah.She's run over the fields of glory,sha lah lah.She's run away from the fields of love,the fields of love.
She's run over the fields of glory,sha lah lahcold rain is slappingacross her face,across her face,across your face