Glory 歌词

Burning rock In the palm of your hand Treat this place as you′re wont to I will make my land To comfort you Arch precision Pull the ropes with a dry hand Soaked in scenery Painted by brushes of hair I pulled from your head Don't make this difficult I can′t wait for the morning Sun Oh, the morning Sun has come and you're not there Petals encircling Newspapers crumbling Turn the TV off And wait for the writing in the sky It could be bad, it doesn't matter ′Cause those words will just melt into the clouds Don′t be mad, my name was misgiven I've known glory all my life