Nothing Glorious Songtext
von Musée Mécanique

Are you still
running scared,
scrolling fingers
through your pretty hair?
What′s it like
to bear a crown
and have your powers
be absorbed by a friend?


The shifting streets
below our feet
the season's rythms
we could dance out every beat
with masks of pride
and arrogance
We scarcely knew
what we held in our hands

Now you′re asking what's to grieve,
Waiting for the golden seal
Was it fate, or was it sorrow
It's fun you end this lonely wheel

clear is skin
and nearly sin
gathering hours
In this game that you can′t win

so ride your shame
sleep here still
until the eyes of oblivion fell