Come and play the tunes of glory. Raise your voice in celebration. Of the days that we have wasted. In the cafe in the station. And learn the meaning of existence. In fortnightly installments
, he was walking out. We went back inside sat down had a few drinks. but all he kept talking about was Chorus. Glorydays well they'll pass you by. Glorydays in the wink of a young girl's eye
be Just Jack. And just that, still in tact. . Its just another one of those glorydays. Jump out your bed. Shake your head. Clear the haze. Step out your house. And prepared to be amazed. It's
. And at the end of all of this. . At last, I'll stand and I'll shout. Our glorydays are over. They're over. At last, I'll stand and I'll shout. Our glorydays are over. They're over. . No, I
