All The Money in The World - Robert Plant
You're living in a house of glass,
There's no place left you can hide.
You're running from the sea and the crash
Where everything beautiful died.
All of the money, the money in the world,
Won't bring you back your reason,
Won't bring you back your world.
You're living in a house of cards,
You're waiting for the weather to turn.
I don't know how you made it this far,
And now I feel my bridges have burned.
You waited till the last resort,
To mix some of the truth with the lying.
You're waiting for the damage report,
It's there in the smoke without frying.