Glory

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 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 (for heaven) --- Glory - Bastille