Album Name : The Small Price of a Bicycle
Release Date : 1999-03-01
Song Duration : 5:15
Icicle Works Conscience Of Kings
Pathos is a special gift, it's all I've got to win you
with
No excursion from the chosen way
Got no colour, got no creed, discontent is fuelled by
greed
They'll kill you for your raincoat in this town
These may be the finest days we've ever come to know
You're as cautious as you are reckless, even so
VERSE 2
Proud possessions, head is home, lay the roots we're free
to roam
Squander while our best friends keep loose change
I am the village idiot aspiring to great things
People love a trier and the hope that his kind brings
CHORUS
Here in seclusion, close to intrusion, my hope is pinned
to her wings
Up there above you, waiting to love you, we'll share the
conscience of Kings
OUTRO
More or less a wide slice of the action (to fade)