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't
get up.
It's just the way the story goes,
the glass is cut and none of those
who've licked your boots
will help you now.
Get up.
She's run over the fields of glory,
sha lah lah,
cold rain is slapping
across 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 lah
cold rain is slapping
across her face,
across her face,
across your face.
Gloria
Es lo que piensas, es como es,
tantas piezas quedan esta noche,
lo tuviste todo y ahora no puedes
levantarte.
Es solo la forma en que va la historia,
el cristal está roto y ninguno de esos
que te han adulado
te ayudarán ahora.
Levántate.
Ella corre por los campos de gloria,
sha lah lah,
la fría lluvia golpea
su rostro,
sha lah lah.
Ella corre por los campos de gloria,
sha lah lah.
Ella huye de los campos del amor,
los campos del amor.
Ella corre por los campos de gloria,
sha lah lah,
la fría lluvia golpea
su rostro,
su rostro,
tu rostro.