Between the cracks I break my back to wave the flag that you stare at* This is our glory, this is our story, this is a real love song. These are our fireworks, our hands in the dirt, this is a real love song. Teeth for miles a crooked smile. So hard to trust what is enough. This is our glory, this is our story, this is a real love song. These are our fireworks, our hands in the dirt, this is a real love song. Our war is cruel can anyone see who's a friend or the enemy? A king, a clown, both wear the crown. A battle hymn for even ground. This is our glory, this is our story, this is a real love song. These are our fireworks, our hands in the dirt, this is a real love song. This is a real love song. This is a real love song.