Above the dark town
   after the sun's gone down
   2 vapour trails cross the sky
   catching the day's last slow goodbye
   black skyline looks rich as velvet
   something is shining
   like gold but better
   rumours of glory
  
   smiles mixed with curses
   the crowd disperses
   about whom no details are known
   each one alone yet not alone
   behind the pain/fear
   etched on the faces
   something is shining
   like gold but better
   rumours of glory (repeat)
  
   you see the extremes
   of what humans can be?
   in that distance some tension's born
   energy surging like a storm
   you plunge your hand in
   and draw it back scorched
   beneath it's shining like
   gold but better
   rumours of glory