Burning rock, in the palm of your hand.

Treat this place as you're won't to,

I will make my land, to comfort you.

Arch precision.

Pull the ropes with a dry hand,

Soaked in scenery

Painted by brushes of hair

I pulled from your head.

Don't make this difficult.

I can't wait for the morning sun.

Oh, the morning sun has come and you're not there.

Petals encircling

Newspapers crumbling.

Turn the TV off

and wait for the writing in the sky

It could be bad, it doesn't matter

Cause those words will just melt into the clouds.

Don't be mad, my name was misgiven...

I've known glory all my life.

I've known glory all my life.

I've known glory all my life.