There are a million reasons why this should work So, like a fire, this season’s gonna hurt As you look away these eyes begin to burn Yeah, for a long long night I twist and turn Discovering things, quite plain, unseen before Drinking in water not for sale in stores To be with or without you, I cannot afford Under this heat I twist and change my form And these are the tales of love and loss and love We are a weary field of flowers crushed And we are all children without a dad or mum We are all looking for our descending dove
So unscrew your hinges, scrape away the moss This is the day that love will follow loss And with trumpets and harps, give your chains a final toss We will not fold to bribes of candy floss Or to boys who don’t even care about us And these are the tales of love and loss and love We are a weary field of flowers crushed And we are all children without a dad or mum We are all looking for our descending dove