Glory - The Acorn
Burning rock in the palm of your hand
Treat this place as you're won't to
I will make my land to comfort you
Arch precision
Pull the ropes with a dry hand
Soaked in scenery
Painted by brushes of hair
I pulled from your head
Don't make this difficult
I can't wait for the morning sun
Oh the morning sun has come and you're not there
Petals encircling
Newspapers crumbling
Turn the TV off
And wait for the writing in the sky
It could be bad it doesn't matter
Cause those words will just melt into the clouds
Don't be mad my name was misgiven
I've known glory all my life
I've known glory all my life
I've known glory all my life
