What a shame, what a shame we all remain
 Such fragile broken things
 beauty half betrayed,
 Butterflies with punctured wings.
 Still there are darkened places deep in my heart,
 Where once was blazing light, now
 There's a tiny spark.

 Oh glory, [bad word] and find me,
 Oh glory,
 [bad word] and find me dancing all alone,
 To the sound of an enemy's song,
 I'll be lost until you find me
 Fighting on my own,
 In a war that's already been won,
 I'll be lost until [bad word] and find me here
 Oh glory.

 What a mess, what a mystery we've made
 Of love and other simple things,
 Learning to forgive,
 Even when it wasn't our mistake.
 I question every human
 Who won't look in my eyes,
 Scars left on my heart formed patterns in my mind.

 Oh glory

 You will find me dancing all alone
 To the sound of an enemy's song,
 I'll be lost until you find me,
 Fighting on my own,
 In a war that's already been won,
 I'll be lost until [bad word] and find me here
 Oh, glory.

 (I'll be lost until)

 Like the moon we borrow our light.
 I am nothing but a shadow in the night,
 So if you let me I will catch fire
 To let your glory and mercy shine.
 [bad word] paramoreclub (c)