Glory

What happens next?

Tell me a story

Put on an accent

Give it some glory, in the

British rain

That makes you feel insane

Makes you feel human to inflict your own pain

Hey, what's your deal?

Come on, who cares?

The elevator's waiting

Why would we take the stairs?

Take it right onto the top

And let your soul fly

It's such a pretty view

Just don't ask yourself why

Are we just a few spirits starting to lose our form?

We won't be reborn

I'm not ready to ride in the sunset all on my own

We won't be reborn

We're not on TV

Tick tick tock

Open your window

Undo the lock

Who needs a cry?

I know I do

Will you help me realize my pain is true?

Forgive yourself

While you still can

Wake up tomorrow and forgive yourself again

Are we just a few spirits starting to lose our form?

We won't be reborn

I'm not ready to ride in the sunset all on my own

We won't be reborn

This could all be gone

This could all be gone

This could all be gone

What happens next?

Tell me a story

Put on an accent

Give it some glory