Glory

Glory is the thing you find
When you’re searching for a reason
Without losing hope you fall down
Down from the ceiling
You’re losing reason now
It ain’t breezy out

Breathing
Breathing on my own
And it’s the glory of it all
That comes falling down onto me and you
As we lay around wondering what teenagers do

Forehead kisses on your face now
Man, I’m growing up
Man, I’m grown up
And I feel more out of place now
While the glory of it all is wasted

Heard through the vine
That you’ve been looking for me
In the places we’d seen
Heard through the vine
That you’ve been chasing things
You shouldn’t have been

All the places
Wе will travel
Will rest amongst the gravеl
Along with the glory
Oh the glory
Glory
Of it all

Now we’re deeply devoured
In a search in all it’s fruitless worth
For the glory
Of
It all

Nothing I’d rather do
Than go down in infamy
Looking for glory with you

Guess that’s just glory
Of it all
The glory
Glory
Hmm
The glory
Of it all
Hmmm