Fool's Garden — Glory

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 fields of glory Sha lah lah Cold rain is slapping Across her face Sha lah lah She's run over the fields of glory Sha lah lah She's run away from the fields of love The fields of love She's run over the fields of glory Sha lah lah Cold rain is slapping Across her face Across her face Across your face