Glory - Bastille, Franky Rizardo

Deep in a corner of the night

We were lying in the middle of the road

Counting the planes as they flew by

Inconceivable imagining them go

And drunk we set the world to rights

As we fell and hit our heads upon the curb

You make me laugh until I die

Can you think of any better way to choke?

Stories told to me and stories told to you

Did you ever feel like they were ringing true?

And all their words for glory

Well they always sounded empty

When we’re looking up for heaven

Looking up for heaven

Way down here upon the ground

When we’re lying in the dirt

There’s no looking up for heaven

Looking up for heaven

Not everything had gone to plan

But we made the best of what we had, you know?

Passing the drink from hand to hand

We admit we really know nothing at all

Stories told to me and stories told to you

And was it feeling real?

And were they ringing true?

And all their words for glory

Well they always sounded empty

When we’re looking up for heaven

Looking up for heaven

And way down here upon the ground

When we’re lying in the dirt

There’s no looking up for heaven

Looking up for heaven

I’ll take my chances on the curb here with you

We watched the planes leave us behind

On the curb here with you

We watched the planes leave us behind

And then you put your hand in mine

And pulled me back from things divine

Stop looking up for heaven

Waiting to be buried

And all their words for glory

Well they always sounded empty

When we’re looking up for heaven

Looking up for heaven

Way down here upon the ground

When we’re lying in the dirt

There’s no looking up for heaven

Looking up…