Pathos is a special gift, it's all I've got to win you 
with 
No excursion from the chosen way 
Got no colour, got no creed, discontent is fuelled by 
greed 
They'll kill you for your raincoat in this town 
These may be the finest days we've ever come to know 
You're as cautious as you are reckless, even so 
VERSE 2
Proud possessions, head is home, lay the roots we're free 
Squander while our best friends keep loose change 
I am the village idiot aspiring to great things 
People love a trier and the hope that his kind brings 
CHORUS
Here in seclusion, close to intrusion, my hope is pinned 
to her wings 
Up there above you, waiting to love you, we'll share the 
conscience of Kings 
OUTRO
More or less a wide slice of the action (to fade)