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

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