Hey Gloria? Are you standing close to the edge? Lookout to the setting sun The brink of your vision Eternal youth is a landscape of the lies
The cracks of my skin can prove As the years can testify Say your prayers and light a fire we′re going to start a war Your slogan′s a gun for hire It′s what we waited for
Hey Gloria
This is why we were on the edge The eight of our lives been drawn to this undying love
Gloria!Viva La Gloria! You blast your name in graffiti on the walls (oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh) Falling through broken glass that′s slashing through your spirit I can hear it like a jilted crowd
Gloria!Where are you Gloria? You found a home in all your scars and ammunition You made your bed in salad days amongst the ruins Ashes to ashes of our youth
She smashed her knuckles into winter (Gloria) As autumns wind fades into black She is the saint of all the sinners (Gloria) The one that′s fallen through the cracks So don′t put away your burning light
Gloria!Where are you Gloria? Don′t lose you faith to your lost naЇvete Weather the storm and don′t look back on last November When your banners were burning down
Gloria!Viva La Gloria! Send me your amnesty down to the broken hearted Bring us the season that we always will remember Don′t let the bonfires go out
So Gloria
Send out your message of the light that shadows in the night Gloria where′s your undying love? Tell me the story of your life ... (Your life!)
Little girl,little girl why are you crying? Inside your restless soul your heart is dying? Little one,little one your is purging Of love and razor blades your blood is surging
Runaway! From the river to the street and find yourself with your face in the gutter You′re a stray for the salvation army There is no place like home when you got no place to go
Little girl,little girl your life is calling The charlatans and saints the sky is falling The lifeboat of deception is now sailing In the wake all the way no rhyme or reason Your bloodshot eyes will show your heart of treason
Little girl,little girl you dirty liar You′re just a junkie preaching to the choir
Runaway! From the river to the street and find yourself with your face in the gutter You′re a stray for the salvation army There is no place like home when you got no place to go
The traces of blood always follow you home like the mascara tears from your getaway You′re walking with blisters and running with shears, So unholy Sister of grace!
Runaway! From the river to the street and find yourself with your face in the gutter You′re a stray for the salvation army There is no place like home