Days of wandering nights of wine
Cathedral spinning wonder
Rushing Rhine river sublime
Both of ease and nervous haste
Like a full plate cast aside
After a mere taste
It's in the motion, the movement that I crave
A chance but there's so little left to hold and save
Too much to take in
Ancient tombs knights within
Died for glory long ago forgotten
Like fruits scattered neath the orchard trees
All but rotten as far as the eye can see
It's in the motion, the movement that I crave
A chance a whim a dare
But so little left to hold and save
It's in the motion, the movement that I crave
A chance a whim a dare
But so little left to hold and save
Watching the fog in a fickle fjord
Drifting like a creature
Something mystical and pure
Driven by whimsy like a child at play
Banished by the sunlight, it burns away
It's in the motion, the movement that I crave
A chance a whim a dare
But so little left to hold and save
Constantly running away
In the face of all this
Do you say we are brave?
