Glory

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