[Chorus]
So we must love while these
moments are still called today
Take part in the pain of this
passion play
Stretching our youth as we
must, until we are ashes to dust
Until time makes history of
us
Jeu de Paume's full of faces
knowing peace, knowing strife
Leisure and toil, still it's
canvas and oil
There's just no medium for
life
In the midst of the rubble
I felt a sense of rebirth
In a dusty cathedral the living
God called
And I prayed for my life here
on earth
Repeat Chorus
There are mountains in Switzerland,
brilliant cold as they stand
From my hotel room, watching
the half-moon
Bleeding its light like a
lamb
And the town is illumined,
its tiny figures are fast asleep
And it dawns on me the time
is upon me
To return to the flock I must
keep
Repeat Chorus
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