Glory - Fredrika Stahl

In a small hotel room at the border of the sea

And a whole world between my army and me

In a small hotel room at the border of sanity

Cut off my landmarks and identity

Oh, the moon is glaring at me

Oh, stars pointing at me

In this small hotel room within these suffocating walls

I train my ear to the unresponsive calls

In this small hotel room, new decor and different view

Stripped of all the habits that I knew

I’m always on the run and I hate copy paste for god’s sake

Oh, the moon is glaring at me

Oh, stars pointing at me

Oh, it’s such a laughable sight

Oh, when you’ve seen me in a different light

Treacherous glory

Shallow popularity

Teach us integrity

To swallow this reality

In a small hotel room, free yet a detainee

For I lost my context, the definition of me

In a small hotel room deprived from life’s zest

'Cause my entourage’s eyes were my confidence’s nest

Oh, the moon is glaring at me

Oh, stars pointing at me

Oh, it’s such a laughable sight

Oh, when you’ve seen me in a different light

Treacherous glory

Shallow popularity

Teach us integrity

To swallow this reality