Lyrics Glory - Fool's Garden

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