歌词
Dashes of morse
From dots on the shore
The devil in details
In wages of war
A stage for the singer
Paint for the picture
Rhyme for the reasons
It’s hard to ignore
Kept in the drawers
And cried to the court
The judge and the jury
In love with the law
The pride of a prison
The case for conviction
We’re adults with decisions
The compass for course
So now that we ask
What will we make of this
Light and the dark
Dividing at last
And isn’t it said
In the shape of the movement
This will take some doing
An intricate art
The want to withdraw
The port in the storm
To head for the hills and
To lie on the lawn
The spoon made of silver
Our look in the mirror
The faces and figures
They’re hard to ignore
So now that we ask
What will we make of this
Light and the dark
Dividing at last
And isn’t it said
In the shape of the movement
This will take some doing
An intricate art
So now that we ask
What will we make of this
Light and the dark
Dividing at last
And isn’t it said
In the shape of the movement
This will take some doing
An intricate art
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