two wise man sat down to talk, to learn from sane debate one found some contradiction in a point the other made this petty disagreement led the wise men to a duel and, watching from a distance, a fool laughed at these fools
for beneath the starry ceiling, where love and law are tied their own opinions mock them as truth is what they tried to describe
a pop singer and a poet both think they have it right while one’s off sketching outlines, the other shines a light the audience watch far too close, see truth in the mundane mistake one for the other and believe they are the same
beneath the starry ceiling, where love and law are tied their own opinions mock them as truth is what they tried to describe
you may need an army to celebrate your day or you may need a book of quotes to say what you would say you may not find your peace and quiet while searching out a light you may not reach your lonely goals when victory is in sight
but beneath the starry ceiling, where love and law are tied your own opinions mock you as truth is what you tried to describe
yes beneath the starry ceiling, where love and law are tied our own opinions mock us as truth is what we’ve tried to describe