I can only hope it’s true enough That every little thing I do for love Redeems me from the moments I deem worthy Of the worst things that I’ve done It saves me from myself at times of envy when I’m missing everyone
If I wake in the morning I only need two more miracles to be a saint Everything I promised everyone I’d be Well I just ain’t
Lately it seems like everybody’s sick everybody’s tired Built myself a wall of unhappy hearts And only my heart knows my head is lying, lying Oh glory, I think I see you round the bend And I think I’d try any pose and get there in the end
Oh glory
When I’m looking past the silken sheets Take a breath to notice I’m between Every little piece of thread and memories that constitute your dreams
If I wake in the morning I only need two more miracles to be a saint Everything I promised everyone I’d be Well I just ain’t
Lately it seems like everybody’s sick everybody’s tired Build myself a wall of unhappy hearts And only my heart knows my head is lying, lying Oh glory, I think I see you round the bend And I think I’d try any pose and get there in the end
Oh glory
Oh glory, I think I see you round the bend And I think I’d try any pose and get there in the end
Oh glory, I think I see you round the bend And I think I’d try any pose and get there in the end
Lately it seems like everybody’s sick everybody’s tired Build myself a wall of unhappy hearts And only my heart knows my head is lying, lying Oh glory, I think I see you round the bend And I think I’d try any pose and get there in the end
Oh glory
Oh glory, I think I see you round the bend And I think I’d try any pose and get there in the end