Lyrics

Sometimes love's depth can find no words to paint the picture properly
break the silence, speak your truth or court uncertain misery.

For some it's all a battleground
Reaping sorrow from mock rage
(But The two of us/ will
will sing like birds...even when/if we're feeling caged.

As we head off it occurs to me
There are so many ways to give

Like in
King Lear act 5 scene 3

So we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies,
And take upon's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies.
As if we were God's spies

We can rail against the storm
keep the fool for company
Be sad, Go mad, a crown-less king,
Still it's down/up to you and me.

The news is like the tide ( with )
Who loses and who wins
pacts and sects of great ones
Who's out and who's in
ebb and flow by the moon
When /while we (are) wander(ing) on the Heath .
Oh that fickle changing loon
With us playing underneath

As we play it occurs to me
There are so many ways to give

Like in
King Lear act 5 scene 3

So we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies,
And take upon's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies.
As if we were God's spies

We are telling different tales
Secrets falling from our lips
When our eyes are free from scales
We can see what was eclipsed.

So let's live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies,
And take upon's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies.
As if we were God's spies