true love, you and me

that we're too busy living through,

too busy to see.



What is it, that we do

makes us who we are?

If we sing are we nightingales?

Shine are we stars?



Who are we,

What we've got?

Are we a fireworks show,

growing pale like a star that burned out years ago?

Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone.

I find it hard right now

to name you one.

Tell me, do something true and drop the fairy tales.



If singing birds must sing with no question of choice

then living is our song.

Indeed our voice, best agree

you and me, we're probably nightingales.



God's a proud thundercloud

we are cartoon cats

we're the thing that is biblical

under our hats.



Who are we,

what we've got?

Are we a fireworks show,

growing pale like a star that burned out years ago?

Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone.

I find it hard right now

to name you one.

Tell me, do something true and drop the fairy tales.



If singing birds must sing with no question of choice

then living is our song.

Indeed our voice, best agree

you and me, we're probably nightingales.