Part II - PARAMORE

What a shame, what a shame we all remain

Such fragile broken things

A 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,

Come and find me,

Oh glory,

Come 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 you come 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 you come 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.