Glorious Songtext
von The Treble

You said, "Fuck this place, gonna head back home"
I remember when we used to cut through all the noise
Back when everybody′s seen my face
And everybody heard your voice
But you and I still measure our flaws with the tips of our thumbs

What if all these photographs of things we're not
Were all that we had to show when all of this was gone?
And we were glorious, but we were flawed
And all those pictures turn to dust, then what have we got?

Comparing ourselves to everyone
We were glorious, but what have we done?


Everybody back home, they′ve seen my picture
Way back in the halls, I wished I ruled
Standing next to all the prettiest people now
They don't know some days I can barely move

What if all these photographs of things we're not
Were all that we had to show when all of this was gone?
And we were glorious, but who could tell?
If this was glory or if this was hell?

Comparing ourselves to everyone
We were glorious, but what have we done?

You said we live a life we hate just to do what we love
To do what we love, and don′t tell anyone
You know it′s just a lie that we create to do what we love
To do what we love, and don't tell anyone

You said, "Fuck this place and all these things we′ve done"
When I see that look, I see glorious