Lyrics

Dashes of Morse from dots on the shore
And 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
Written by: Graham Ritchie
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