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.
Oh glory!
Oh glory!
Oh glory!
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.
Oh glory!
Oh glory!
Oh glory!