There's no angels in the sea
We both lend its own
We're in between
You can't teach 'cause you never learn
There's nothing left
There's no return

The more you talk the less it means
What I want's not what I need
While with flesh and blood I still bleed
I know you're bad for me

But baby on the streets of glory
I see you on the streets of glory

It may hurt of grief but it's worse to hold your hand
The shattered glass it falls upon where you stand
I will be your momento mori
While you hide behind your made up story

The more you talk the less it means
What I want's not what I need
While with flesh and blood and I still bleed
I know you're bad for me

But baby on the streets of glory
I see you on the streets of glory

Maybe one day
I see you on those streets
All those glittering streets
Streets of glory
And you take my hand
Take me down to the river
Wash my sins away
And you come with me
Won't you take my hand
Meet me on the streets of glory
See you on the streets of glory

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Writer(s): PALOMA FAITH, STEPHEN PAUL ROBSON, WAYNE HECTOR