it's what you think, it's what it's like
so many pieces remain tonight
you've had it all and now you can't
get up
it's just the way the story goes
the glass is cut and none of those
who've licked your boots
will help you now
get up
she's run over the friends of glory
cold rain is slapping across her face
she's run over the fields of glory
she's run away from the fields of love